The curse of the forbidden tree.A Poem by Josh WeseynmRipe fruits dangling off the forbidden tree Morning dew races down the fruit And drops On a human body Dashing on his face He blinks awake Stunned. A minute to step out of his era of confusion. Staring down at his crotch, I am nude! He screams Running around searching for a way to cloud his nakedness He stops Pauses and thinks for the first time How do I know what naked means? The dew drops off his forehead. His oblong head turns blank again © 2014 Josh Wesey
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