- Non-Erotic Poetry
- My Sins
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Doubt was the true serpent
of this I am convinced,
Eve's garden unspoiled until
the birth of uncertainty.
And now I suffer beneath the birch,
fallen prey to her fruit,
the consequences of my unfaithfulness.
Your hand, clasped,
those mischievous smiling glances
in the afterglow
as we consider dessert;
whispered devotion
I cradle in my ear,
clutching fiercely,
only to lose grip amidst
the roar of cannons.
How dare I call to question
a soul which dances
so intimately,
perfection riding shotgun,
laughing at shared absurdities
and complicated quirks
never understood so completely.
Surely even Elohim scoffed and sank,
recieving so little in return;
I, the petulant posterchild.
You, the steadfast.
Mired with inner demons,
countless insecurities,
no flog can drive out
these sins of mine.
But love unbinds,
resistance melts,
and I withdraw from hell's war.
I rise to chase life,
following your lead.
- COMMENTS
lostandfounderabout 17 years agoa bit heavy handed, but an overall nice feel of dischord and conflict. Nice work.
Anonymousabout 17 years agoand Eve's betrayal/doubt towards God. The heroine really wasn't concerned about Adam because she hasn't gone as far as to drag anyone else down into her doubt. Yet.... one might imply that she is considering true unfaithfulness here.
Amyfriendabout 17 years agowhere the hell is Adam while all this is going on?
LeBrozabout 17 years agoAt last ~ a really good one {poem, that is}! Don't let it go to your head. Or perhaps I ought to cultivate some of that doubt of which you speak. Sounds like cheating in such an innocent vein.
