Fruit Of Eve Poem by Pam Thomas

Senses provoked by a breeze of a
distant sea, fate balanced on the
fruit of Eve. Entwining fingers of
false images bind, milking the
heart of it’s given wine.

Sweet nectar rolling off mounds,
bloom of ecstasy knows no bounds.
Juices of the forbidden flow among
vines of green, erupting rapture,
lust unseen.

Undisguised flesh lay open of
judgement, meekness bows it’s
head toward a broken covenant.
Delicate powders of fruits languish
fermenting in fields forever banished.

Senses provoked by a breeze of a
distant sea, fate balanced on the
fruit of Eve.