Jun 18, 2015
I wrote a poem- Lustful Eden
That cold, breathy whisper on the back of your neck
the slight and silent swipe of a hand stroking your skin.
Pulsating bodies in the oxygenated heat.
There that smell is again,
the petrol and cologne
mixed into a putrid yet intoxicating concoction.
We didn’t see it coming
but the balding man entranced us into a sinful, lustful Eden.
The bald man, the snake.
Vodka, our apple.
Adam and Eve gyrating as the world outside crashes and burns.
On the dirty streets, you can hear sirens screeching.
Here, God has chosen us to live oblivious, for a few hours.
Bliss.
Then we face the pavement and the knowledge of Good and Evil.
-By Grace C. (gingeralpaca)