Forbidden Fruits
oh my big cousin
a dusk gaze beamy lashes
a little temper
how foggy you are
forbidden fruits of knowledge
through bathroom keyhole
once she spanked the boy
but punishment was more like
a hidden caress
luckily she died
before I grew up enough
to do stupid things
unfortunately
I still try to look for her
in my foggy hell
*** WRITER'S STATEMENT ***
All of the above is a first-person fantasy. The Freudians and champions of morality have nothing to do here. As Vladimir Nabokov said in one of his interviews: "The author in the process of work never identifies himself with the protagonist..., his character lives a free, independent life; in this life everything is predetermined, and no one can change its measured pace".
Well said, Vladimir. Metaphysically, that goes for all of us too.
21.07.2019
Multiple-Haikus Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Jamie Pan
Syllables Per Line: 5 7 5 0 5 7 5 0 5 7 5 0 5 7 5 0 5 7 5
Copyright © Kurt Ravidas | Year Posted 2019
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