the Garden had one, it is said
to tempt the blissfully naked
on April’s eve,
one slithered across
the road, where I had paused to sip
from my canteen, a cool elixir
flowing more slowly down my throat
when the serpent stopped
in glistening mid squirm, to tempt me
to follow him
but I did not,
seeing no tree from which to purloin
a forbidden delight, knowing full well
he had others yet to beguile,
and I needed no taste
of good or evil, to know
I was ******
Mar 30, 2014
Mar 30, 2014 at 12:24 PM UTC
the Garden had one, it is said
to tempt the blissfully naked
on April’s eve,
one slithered across
the road, where I had paused to sip
from my canteen, a cool elixir
flowing more slowly down my throat
when the serpent stopped
in glistening mid squirm, to tempt me
to follow him
but I did not,
seeing no tree from which to purloin
a forbidden delight, knowing full well
he had others yet to beguile,
and I needed no taste
of good or evil, to know
I was ******
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