We Knew. It Didn't Matter.

Would this be Eden, then? We
Stroll the path between the trees
As friends at first, as we have been
For years, since we met in this
Garden. Friends, but I've a
Serpent tongue, and you've
The apple we both know we
Shouldn't eat. The tongue says,
“Taste,” and follows bite into
Your mouth. We fall and, when
We rise again, we see the
Garden's gone.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2014-06-29 at 15:06

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