Durian, 

Much loved, yet maligned fruit
Your spiky, intimidating appearance
masks something hidden,
enticingly forbidden,
tempting us to indulge our lips
inside your unknown landscape
of custardy flesh

And like a mole working its deception,
you take everyone unawares
when you are exposed

Your musky, exotic aroma is
mysterious
Nefarious even

So when your presence is in the room
one cannot help but wonder:
What is that odour?

You should not be known as durian
but Durian/Durian
A double-lethal dose
of god knows what