:: Serpent ::

Garden

Serpent―tensed with fork-tongued lust―
Tempting blood.
Hissing dreams of earthly ordeals,
He slithers around your
Marble flesh,
Kissing closed your gaping mouth,
As your breath comes in ragged drafts.

'Please don't,' you say―
They all do.
As you writhe, and twist,
You drown in venom
And mist,
And the Serpent grins
With the knowledge that caused Eve
Her Eden,
And Adam his peace.