Atlantic City, NJ, August 29, 1972


By Vladimir Huber

Like the prohibited fruit
she stood there looking at me
Her eyes were sweet, but yet, proud
maybe too proud, too sweet
I knew it, but I couldn’t let her go
so she played with her human toy
as any other sweet devil would do

I don’t blame her
I don’t praise her

She came back to say hello
but her external indifference was the same as usual
Her sad eyes were busy somewhere else
She said she would marry
I can’t imagine her doing legal sex
which is marriage
since she never enjoyed it when single
Maybe, ‘cause she was always forced to it

A chapter in my life
A challenge in my life.