William Verbaud

Rookie (Dec.26,1980 / Nowhere, NJ)

Dreams Of Adam - Poem by William Verbaud

The wonderful sounds and sight that penetrate the mind
A crash of the tree of knowledge has fallen at my feet
And the fruit I indulge is blood on my hand, but keeps my hear beating
My affection once an innocent being is now an exponential muse to the sight
Her smooth thighs and warm body grasp and cut
My blood pours in rivers of life
Feeding the ground red ecstasy
Rain pours incessantly, with no same
Soaking our hair covering our debauchery
The night grows ever colder
Still the fog from her heavy breathing gently warms
Shelter is been found in my Eve
My god has lied

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, October 9, 2007

Poem Edited: Friday, April 15, 2011


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