My Forbidden Fruit (A Poem) May 24, 2013 by Aaron Boakye-Danquah You think I don’t see how succulent you´ve grown, How fresh you glow like well tendered plums? You think I don’t smell that fragrance of nectar, That smell of bloom from a whiff on your skin? You think I don’t feel that drive that pushed Adam to eat from his forbidden fruit? Your skin, so firm, light, silky fresh The only illustration of eternal youth. And did I forget to say I know That you beat all King Solomon´s wealth? That all the birds that sing at dawn Only echo memories of what you dreamt? But like Cain who bore that scornful mark, I endure my curse in solitude. For all the sons who roam this earth, Only I cannot possess your worth. ´My sister! ´ Do I smile at the thought Or frown at the gift that nature gave? We spent our childhood in the grass And chased birds out our guava tree; I´ve seen you cry, I´ve shared your joys, The only friend I´ve always known. But nature in its irony Has made you my forbidden fruit.
Posted on: Mon, 17 Jun 2013 19:12:17 +0000
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