The Forbidden Apple. Poem by RIC BASTASA

on one hand love. quite heavy.
on the other lust, not that bad.
between them, an office hardened face.
strict and strong. and so
hypocritical.

at the party you tell a friend
that is how to survive a confusion.
one has to pretend. and one must admit
this matter. Like the rest

i am like the rest. An accepted norm.
lust on one hand. love on the other.
and the silence between. an accepted norm.

no one talks about it. But everyone understands.
the pressure, and the angst,
the pleasures and the secrets.

at noon, the lady with a very well kept hair
wears her highly tinted glass.
that capacity to see and yet does not want to be known
to have seen it. or touched it or even

having eaten it. The forbidden apple.
and of course, the secret paradise.