I lived in a place called Eden
Where predictability bloomed,
Comfort and order flourished.
Samey yet safe.
Balanced, level,
Even.
When I saw the apple
It took me quite by surprise,
Never had I seen such a glorious fruit,
Taut, shiny,
Primed.
Our eyes met,
Locked in a moment of delicious embrace,
Stirred deep within me,
A deep forgotten place,
A hunger which I had never known.
A craving in my soul.
I wanted to feast upon him forever.
I knew that I should not covert the apple,
He was not mine to taste.
To succumb would mean chaos,
Eden forever lost.
I must leave the apple,
Walk away.
And yet,
Blazing through my core,
Pure wanton desire
I long to explore him,
Explore his firm ripe contours with my tongue.
To caress his sweet scented skin.
I long to feel him,
To feel his flesh between my lips.
To taste his juice.
I long to devour him.
Devour him totally.
Heavy, unfulfilled
I turn to walk away,
But the serpent is by my side;
“Go on” he whispers, “take a bite…”
Kim, I think you handled the subject matter with a great deal of skill; both clever and well written.10/10 Regards Ian
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hello Kim. I really like this poem. It really is my sort of poem which relates back to biblical stories. Like my Salome. Gillian Clarke writes in a very similar style which links biblical and historical characters. I like the way that you make the apple sound like a person and that makes the poem sensuous. Only thing which I don't think fits in is the word Samey. I think it spoils the overall effect of the poem but that's just me. Otherwise brilliant you never cease to amaze. x