I went to the Garden,
And the Garden was gone--
And Eve was well spent,
In the corner repenting.
She gave me her hand,
Blood on the apple
And Adam I kissed,
And gave life to his lips,
Thieving his rib,
That I may ever breathe again.
Copyright (c) by M.R. Haden 1998
Reason for writing:
An attempt at being deep by paralleling the role of Eve and the stereotypical femme fatale with every day relationships between men and women.
Birth sign: Not entered
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