All that I have ever believed

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(What is this, scrawled
on the manuscript?
Synonyms for love-
why include condescended?)
I begged my mother to throw me over her breast.
I had groveled, like the child does,
for her to allow words of peace
pass her lips, and not just prayer.

But even then, I have longed for you
more. I hungered like a dog.
Hunched lecherously over my desk,
imagining the way you stood
at the beach, on love’s meager shore.
Unfurled like the clementine I
watched you eat, full of envy.
Hallelujah! I understand the pride
God felt when he examined Adam,
but perhaps I do also
sympathize with Adam’s distaste.
…Do you think he truly desired Eve?
Or did he look at her as being built from himself?
Like one who sees a reflection through
a murky mirror? Who wouldn't prefer a clear image?
Would he have rather seen himself,
does he see the other Adam’s hair curl,
and his soft laughter? When he sees
the other Adam bites the apple,
does he wish the apple were him?
Does he see himself as I see you?

looking back this is just horny writing.... bleh