Adam's Lovely And Lustful Thought In Eden Poem by Vincent Adeyemi

I

If of the Eden tree I eat
that my eye opens
only to love you,
To the garden,
I'll visit daily for
an apple.
Till the serpent
falls in its set ambush
And yearns to
get drunk now like I do,
He wants to shok**like
i do-like I do.

II

While the heavens
pen my love as sinful,
And the seraphims desire
to banish us,
I'll shield your
tender skin against
their sword,
Till my last breathe
is bartered for your comfort,
For love-for you alone
are all precious,

III

If there be no ear
to listen to my
excuse-for falling in love
and not willful to sin,
I'll build a world
in my strength,
With heaven high
heavy bulwark,
There we shall dwell
firm and secure
Without any master
to gauge or judge
How much I lavish
and pour my soul into you.

IV

The sons of the
morning shall be jealous
While they gaze
through the windows
of heaven
And crave for another
apple for their fall,
That they might
be like unto us,
Alas! it's in a secret place
of your most thigh walls,
O'wall of walls.

V

But this- Apple! which
you blew down my gut,
That wanton al-kuhl
apple!
Is more of one
absent on forest trees,
A subtly situated
fruit of love to hush,
That bows! , my senses
down in roars,


VI

Now! -share in my
vision,
Cling to the helms of
my loin,
Wait and watch
the heavenly rebellion,
Angels are set to break
their eternal vow,
To share in the
romance in our world,
To pen our sin-most holy
and pure.

VII

But that special apple
down my gut,
That when in -forms a
floody alcohol,
Can it be by
any desert or shore found?
That which binds
me eternally in our bond,
like we'll live forever
the more, the more.
Eh-eh, the more-the more.

VIII

Even if it will be
by somewhere found,
Hide the garden from
prying sights,
That I may not
be tempted to eat all
night,
In the stead of our
sacred love fights,
O'Steamy ritual of
a nymph and a god,
That cuffs eternities
into a second,
Second of seconds so
-so small.