Slithering serpent
Sensual solicitor
Softly surrenders


Long ago there was
Then there was not, the story
Is just that simple


Where did our child go
When we wore our scabby knees
With sunburned laughter?


The pool is not deep
Enough to drown in your thoughts
Shallow blue-eyed splash


Pick me, I’m ripened
Quench your thirsty mystery
No forbidden fruit


My mouth open wide
Light prisms melting sweetly
Sun through my window


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