On the Tree

we are nothing but doomed amateurs, 

damned to hell by the book everyone calls 'holy'. 

where were you when God called me graceful? 

where were you when the times labeled me human?

i do not need a church to tell me my love is a sin. 

there's nothing but pain in these hours. 

i love you like we have been together for centuries, 

but all you do is point me towards my suffering. 

when the dragons breathe fire down out backs, 

i want you to die with me so that we can meet our suffering in eternity. 

we can make love on the tree of knowledge of good and evil, 

and when i bleed tired tears, we can finally lie in the fire of our sin. 

Author's Note

this has taken me weeks to write. please be truthful in your critiques.

Reviews

[Neva Flores Smith - Cha..]

I agree there are no words........magnificent!

[Roe]

Wow I have no words to describe how amazing this wrote is.... GREAT JOB