Adam To Eve

You open the Eden
of my fullness
your fingers speak through my lips
I hear the thoughts
of your woman
and I am easy eager
the consequence that lingers.

Temptation
combs its hair in your want
it breathes the longing of forbidden
and in it's cunning
it stitches the scar secrets
in your tree limbs
pregnant with apples.

You are the wet scissor teeth
it knows my willing from taste -
the liquid song of sin spilling
from mouth tears of regret;
It slithers through veins
serpentine
of us
f
a
l
l
i
n
g
inside the fall.

I am you
in love with yourself
I am you
seeking your own love
we are the storm
not the raindrops,
the wing
not the feathers
and while we used to cleave to unknowing
it is ourselves now to which we cling.

Innocence -
a fragrance one cannot rebottle,
so shall a clear mirror
resent being polished.
Hindsight is a heavy hand
of a rose that embraces
the thorns sharpness
of a thorn that cannot comprehend
the sweetness.
Yea, even the hunter who has caught
the shadow of the bird
will never become it’s freedom.

I feel the snake
when I'm breathing
your water and your air
and I curl up
in the lap of confusion
to nurse
at the breast of your despair.

By Melissa Long-Monette

"Poetry is not an opinion expressed. It
is a song that rises from a bleeding
wound...or a smiling mouth"
~Kahlil Gibran~

Life is a great big canvas-Throw all the paint on it you can.
  -- Danny Kaye

Love the Lord your God with all your heart, and with all your soul,and with all your mind. Love your neighbor as yourself.
Maranatha!

You can never win or lose
If you don't
Run the race

Psychedelic Furs - Love My Way