Fruit of Insolence

damp it may be, the dew drops are new
dense it may be, the light shines through
cold it may be, night’s chill at dawn break
safe it will be, the twilight at Placid’s lake
 
it grows, the nurturing damp, dense and cold
it goes, the silent revelation of an age so bold
it shows, from head to toe, don’t make it shoddy
a repose, on the south side of your tender body
 
young curly bush of perfection in symmetry
lightly hairy, yet full of neat visual imaginary
shapes and sizes, making the aged be envy
crowning glory, doesn’t only start at twenty
 
discovering tweens, waiting till it’s eighteen
embrace the shape, with the fingers green
blossoming flowers all for the lovable queen
teenage virgins not from an old movie scene
 
exploring the crevices, an adventure, truly
without passion, it’s a stressful melancholy
desires escalate, troubling hormones start  
the right connection to the caverns at heart
 
languages are plenty, yet the path is just one
colours are plenty, yet the act of love is done
creed are many, desires are reactions of fun
choices are many, yet there is nowhere to run
 
gates of heaven beyond the mound of Venus
natural south side, the entrance to paradise
a journey enjoyed by all, not just the genius
traditionally thought, begins in a bed of vice
 
beauty is for the free, unconditionally it may be
bright stars off the trees, glittering away to see
the passionate flames, with it there is no fame
the greed for the forbidden with none to blame
 
where is the beauty beyond all that’s innocence
It isn’t just love, carelessness has its consequence
overwhelming desires, instinctively its deliverance
wild orchid moments, forbidden fruit of insolence