Just Outside My Reach Poem by L C Vieira

Teasing me from your place above,
red lips dripping foreign juices,
swinging to the beat of the sensual,
I want more, to taste it all.

You're just outside my reach,
hidden fruit tempting me,
original sin in this Eve's heart,
bringing me down, bringing us all down.

A devil blows you near,
your sweet ripeness intoxicating,
and I'm torn to turn away,
and broken to take you whole.

Tears spilling blood stream down me,
as I fight this need to reach.
Still, I reach, I reach, and reach again.
Your power towers over me,
and I curse.

A grey snake slithers past,
a laughing branch of thorns.
I grab it, desperately -
the pain of pierced skin
less than the need to have you now.

And then -

you fall; I gasp as you burst -
your juice and fruit spread
across the moss and roots.

Weeping softly, I gather
your sticky sweetness, clinging
from my fingers, my lips, my breasts.

You were just outside my reach.

(2002)