Adam And Eve, Forbidden Fruit, Into Perdition,Poetry

She was his morning blessing,
into her radiance he genuflected.
Those mournful dawns bathed in osculation,
were canters into the thorn meadows.
But the eve moon flayed her heart,
and tore her winged borne apart.
And into perdition, into the dark,
where-upon her cathedral, from his veins
doth lap her tongue.


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