Was it you, Adam?
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I hear you, sweet thoughts
lingering on my skin,
circling around me,
eyes, ears, fingers,
parasites called Eve.
Was it you Adam?
Telling me stories, too heavy
to carry through all
paradise, tucked in it.
Two worms, one and a half
Of one, each devour
their indiscretion, parts
now dotted on my
skin, red little wounds formed
from your eyes
©2009 v.j.m.a.
lingering on my skin,
circling around me,
eyes, ears, fingers,
parasites called Eve.
Was it you Adam?
Telling me stories, too heavy
to carry through all
paradise, tucked in it.
Two worms, one and a half
Of one, each devour
their indiscretion, parts
now dotted on my
skin, red little wounds formed
from your eyes
©2009 v.j.m.a.
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