when eve created adam

this is where i leave you,
to your dreams of seas and castles,
suspended like an eternal veil
of morning violet-scented,
inevitably mortal as a needle-prick
from God's vivid imagination of your face,
the day He came upon you, flowering
to a frail humanness of existence,
where everything is black and white,
and they come listening to your cries,
in bouts of climactic longing,
until you desire their hands away,
and dream of him planted on a ship,
your seas ravage him to near death,
but he's all ready won you
with your dreams of a kiss,
and there now he lays,
exhausted and wanting no part of you
but the air you breathe into his lungs;
his blood is red, and it's now in your hands,
the day you dreamed his mother,
bringing him to life, for your sake,
so he could be with you
on a promontory of magnificent loneliness

 

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[costa siwale]

wow! the wordage, imagery, theme, the illusory, the... An incredible piece my friend