i played Adam to your Eve,
accepting the
apple you offered.
at the crisp
sound of my first bite
a hint of a smile
crossed your face.
which original sin
were you contemplating?
the morning sun
rose to kiss a summer sky
as clouds,
blushing pink, looked on
without regret
i leaned in to
answer your lips' sweet request.
6/4/11
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