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Eric Andrew James


My Eden Woman


her hair of woven trunks of trees
my Eden girl for which I see
she smiles and the violets grow
from her radiant hands
to her gown of copper clovers
eyes that sprout the grass
from the earth
my sweet Eden woman
sandals to her roots for feet
elegant as the maple leaves
and weeping willow eyes
that cry their own forever
the lips of an angel
placed upon rose petals
those lips
I wonder how my lips are not a tarnishment
upon hers
an insult
but they are still the same sweet pine
the same sweet pine
as her morning dew tears cascade across them
my Eden woman
who’s is all of mother natures daughter earth
my Eden woman

Submitted: Saturday, November 25, 2006
Edited: Saturday, November 27, 2010
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