Dedicated to KB, a sonnet by Tim at the EA games annual Christmas party. Thanks Tim!
WANT
The forbidden fruit tastes sweetest
on the palette of our minds
when we let our brains regress to our lips upon it's rinds.
This fruit hasn't a sour spot on it
-No pesticides to wash.
Our thoughts see all the other
fruits - as unappealing as a squash.
We keep it ripe, within a chiller, within
our cerebellum
and there it lives, for all of time,
this Dorian Gray melon.
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