Original Sin

Gently did the latent buds of passion
emerge from deepest wells of time
scattering petals in a cryptic fashion
and sempiternally sublime.

In an instant conscious thought’s momentum
left the beaten tracks of habit
surrendering to an obliterate phantom
eager in flesh, willing in spirit.

At the gaping gates to truth and treason
naked serpents unfurled carnal cognizance
nuptially coalescing sense and reason
erupting in unsevered adjacence.

Kindred soul, do not repent
union in unanimous consent
neither wrong, nor right, but true.

Treasure it. I won’t repent
evoking love, while hours I spent
reminiscing the night with you.

11.07.2008