A durian and me

A tap on the cheek
Makes me swivel my head
To find you, taking a peek
Your hard shell green, so a greenhead
And your flesh? A plump yellow creek.
You expecting a kiss? Instead
I take a whiff, and you reek.
Still, I bite, only to be mislead
By the myriad of flavours who seek
To confuse me into an egghead
As the garlic, caramel, and whipped cream meek
Meet and play a tango on my tongue red
And make me sanely bleak
So, no. It's not my lips that you behead
It's my mind in place. That geek.

- Shingz