Given the alternatives, why that one?
The others are more handsome and robust
More generously blessed by the fat sun;
Soon enough, all will be reduced to dust
Save for that one, which your shining smile touched
How did it capture your judicious eye?
Insensate, unknowing, now warmly clutched
Its idiot luck does reason defy!
So much is concealed by its scarlet skin
Shameful rot hidden by royal splendor
It may be the product of loathsome sin
Its genes modified by the vile vendor!
In no time, it will be inside of you
While I, ripe with envy, vanish from view
About the Creator
D. J. Reddall
I write because my time is limited and my imagination is not.
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This was sort of creepy whilst also being philosophical. I think it's the voyeurism combined with the selection of the fruit - the fecundity of and the concentration on picking a fruit juxtaposed with someone watching. It's not intimate but it is personal.
Oooo, I loved the intensity of this! So well done!