Standing in the Garden;
Lingering in the dim light
of this Cimmerian shade
between two eve’s
both tempting me with their hidden forbidden fruits.
Beguiled by these slithering earthly devils
in Aphrodite’s disguise
The skin of smooth, nude, charcoal
could weaken any puritan to his natural prurient state
Ignoring the voice of the omnipotent
I devour
Divine ambrosia and nectar
dripping from my lips -
The substance of sin.
This is my genesis.
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