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Click hereAnd there, fifty yards; eighteen years; oblivious.
To see and not be seen, a Snake in the growth looks afar to Eve.
The mind informs that any Eve to the eye
Could be a Lilith under silk.
Thereafter devoid of silk, the snake would no longer coil,
But stand on legs as before the wrath.
And wherefore didst the Snake incur the wrath?
Looking afar to Eve.
Eve, well shaped amongst well shaped shrubs,
Impeccably trimmed atop impeccably trimmed grass,
Perfectly aged sipping perfectly aged spirit.
Innocence, Bliss, Warm vestments draped across the frozen heavens.
Snake, crawling amongst the crawling vines,
Unknown in the unknown forest,
A coil shrouded under a coil of thorns
Mystery, Crime, Shroud of smoke over burning corpses.
Entranced by your poise, enamored by your beauty.
If you were to look upon the Snake, I fear you would crush it.
Underfoot as would a modern Mary.
A woman’s courage, and the wound is delivered.
The Snake takes his punishment with no objection.
To be stamped by Eve is ecstasy enough.
No tears are shed on his behalf from either side.
The tears of an infidel should ne’er fall upon a holy goddess.
At last Eve returns the gaze of the Snake.
She looks past the shroud of smoke, but sees no corpses
Instead there beats the tube-locked heart of an unrequited love.
And looks down to the mouth.
No fangs to behold; mostly harmless.
The goddess sheds her tears for him
And vows reciprocity.
She holds him close.
This is his dream: alive and more than ever.
Her warm bosom receives him gently
And his blood stains her warm vestment over the heart.
A loving embrace, stranglehold, footprints
And here, three feet; eighteen years; aware.
She clenches her face in pleasure, filling her void.
This is more than could have been wished.
She calls out a name, but there, the Snake is oblivious.
He hears her call only his name.
Ecstatic but false.
Hark, I hear her call:
“Snake!”