Adam's Tree Poem by Tim Larsen

I have tasted the sweet fragrance
of her luscious lips,
gazed long at what birthed to life
from my own.

I have looked into the eyes of
those that once were mine, but
Did I truly request thee, Maker,
to form me such a perfect love?

For would I die for such a love?
Would I burrow a hole far deeper
in the ground to find water for her to drink?
Would I singe myself in the darkness
to allow her a few moments in light?
Would I stand forever by her side as
she murdered the very soul of mine own?
Would I grapple the very neck of my Maker
to grant her a few seconds to breath?

Would I follow her into the abyss
in order to taste the sweet nectar upon her lips?