What little we are given
when we dream of apple trees
and sunshine through green leaves
How scarcely we are accredited
when we speak of bumble bees
buzzing beside the butterflies
To the unwanted generosity you give
when shown the overripe underside
lustrous with temptation
Has hunger ever been a good excuse
for a greedy child who must hide
to have a stolen bite
Was the Serpent ever praised so much
as when he hands the rapacious
a ladder to reach the forbidden fruit
Where they gutted us as if
the fruit was meant for the harvest
that would tear apart our devotion
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Preservation
PoetryPoetry Collection on preservering in love, sorrow, trauma, and desire
