at Eden

always
there is always
morning sun in you
earlier in dusk
i wait for you as i begin
to open my
windows
and unlock my doors
letting you in
my bed of
mess

how can i satisfy
myself on you?

you are the forbidden fruit
of my Eden
and you are so sweet
and i must not lie
i haven't tasted you yet

and perhaps
somehow
i should have been better
if i were
that snake

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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