Your
        desperate Eve,
  so turquoise

sprout an inkling
        of sense

and give it a pouch
to sleep
      within

not this
    crowded place

  and perhaps
tomorrow will not
feel so  
     dark

    perhaps your
Luna lives

            she
is deflowered
   she will be okay

stretched
    like taffy

              for a man
The scarlet she has
  hidden

       everything else
will rot

   and perhaps
tomorrow will not
feel so
   dark

    Eve lasting.