Maybe I am looking at Eve

Two paintings
look back at me:

The one girl is shy
and stripped to her middle
with auburn hair
covering a breast

and the other
hanging round and firm
tipped by
a pink brown nipple.

The big eyes of the other
are greener than grass
and laurel is wreathed
through her auburn hair

hanging in strings
of a fairy like girl
whose complexion
glows pink and alive

and she’s dressed
in big green leaves
holding some purple lavender
in a unseen hand

and I like to think
that both paintings
shows the same girl
and maybe
I am looking at Eve.

[Reference: Keys to your heart and Fairy Queen by Mandi Engelbrecht. (These paintings belongs to me.) ]

poem by Gert Strydom
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