The shadows here, like flesh,
shy in their own nudity
and return to cloak themselves
in the undergrowth of Eden.
Serpentine conversations
with earthlings over dinner,
Candle lit- with the seven candles
holding stolen bits of the sun,
and fresh cut forbidden fruit salad,
garnished with curses.
An upset stomach bawls
like a new-born baby.
I run back to Adam
for Alka Setzer.

This piece shows a lot of well written imagery and intensity. I agree with Friday - the ending, I found a little light headed compared to the rest and expected a somewhat bang. But was still brilliantly scribed.




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