Waxing Quixotic[POETRY]

First Sin

Love is the joy of the good, the wonder of the wise, the amazement of the gods.

—Plato

He looks at me as if I were God:

My tongue, my lips, hands that have plucked

the knowledge from the tree to taste

His work against my soul. The flesh

so full of sin, but just as sweet

as all the fruits that lie within

immortal gardens Adam plows;

with axe and wheel that came before

our bones of dust took shape and form.

I'd travel time through speed of light

for him to look at me the same.

Before the hiss captured my mind

and dragged us down from Earth to Hell.

This sin, the first, that shook the souls

of man until the Saviour walked

again. This sin, our first, has stripped

the eros from my lover's eyes.

But oh! To taste the knowledge from

that tree. It's blood both washed and soiled;

His love, mercy, greater than mine.

Yes it was I who changed our fate.

Why my love and I may never

see where our El, where our Father lives.

Why we never will see Heaven.