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 Jul 2017
Tamsin Gray
It's been an age
                   [or is it an eon?
                   or maybe an epoch?]
since we were ****** from our Garden -
                   [and why was it called
                   the tree of the knowledge of
                   good and evil anyway?
                   we only ever tasted evil.]
so long ago now that it’s crossed the
threshold between memory and dream.
                   [was any of it ever real?]

There was never any hope of us turning back,
because that’s the way time drags us -
inexorably forward.
                   [merciless god!]

But I have been watching,
my love,
as we trudge this endless, dry dust:
I have watched suns rise,
and stars rise,
and moons rise,

And I have been thinking,
my darling -

I have been thinking that we must keep walking,
Because it seems to me
this infinite space
Is perhaps a circle,

And the further away we wander,
The closer to home we come.
 Jul 2017
Tamsin Gray
Spend your day restraining moth and rust;
I'll spend mine subduing child-woes and dust.
But tonight,
tonight, my darling,
let's sneak back into The Garden
and try to remember what it is like
not to have to hold back anything at all.
 Jul 2017
nivek
I wear Adams DNA
feel the space where I miss one rib

can taste that fruit that everyone says was an apple
whereas in fact it was no such thing(check it out)

every snake I see I can hear a serpent hissing
knowing I could be dinner

all my clothes are eaten by moths
no matter how much I hide my nakedness

the sweat on my brow drips into my eyes
blinding me to my folly

I work and acquire, work and acquire
all in vain and false labour.
 Jul 2017
Tamsin Gray
Your body is wild magic.
You harden under my hand.
I am a sorceress
commanding forces
that untether oceans -
unleashing the tsunami
that will change the shape of things
                                                  forever.
 Jul 2017
Tamsin Gray
This is you, my love
You see the wildness in things
and you call it out.

— The End —