A quiet Eden

Stood before you,



Before he casts us,

From the garden,

Kiss me again,

Taste the juice

Of knowledge

On your lips.

There is beauty,

Within me

If blinded to it

You can hear it

In my voice,

Feel it with your

Hand against my chest.

I’ll guide us through

The wasteland

And the lessons of the

Serpent will keep us

Nurturing a secret

Garden of our own

And we carry it with us.


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