eve, interrupted

I booked a passage to Heaven 
via Hell 
hoping to find some kind 
of conventional paradise 
with you, but 
it's not easy being Eve 
in a world full of Adam's, 
nor is it easy 
to find serpents 
willing to refund blasphemy 
in apple trees ~ 


The world has become 
an unwatered Garden 
of Eden's demons; 
sin is everywhere 
but goes nowhere, and 
I don't want to be stuck here 
unable to tempt fate otherwise ~ 


In the throes 
of listening to all my lover's bitching 
between the righteous and the wicked 
I took the liberty of pinning back my hair 
with a crown of red thorns 
and re-fastened the emerald fig leafs 
over what was once forbidden 
to eyes, mouths and hands; 
and there I left you 
kneeling in defeat 
like that whore 
who once cleansed 
Jesus' feet ~