(no subject)
Laying quietly with Gabriel
So that the Eve
That never tainted your skin
May swirl down the river
With the corroding on the stones
That trip and skittle
Gently being taken to another location
So that you may forget all you where tempted with
And remember only that which you where told to recite
Ropes that perhaps cut a little too deeply
Bounds that are just not tight enough
Restricting you
From the arrangement of freedom
Felt in the moments which float
So tantalizingly close
In the taste of another with no eyes
The silk payment
Felt
For the moment of reservation
As the words are licked so gently off you
Like an animal to the wound
And as the vine to the window pane
So I take the time to mend your wounds
Blocking the window,
Your vision to demise
Sheltering and confiding you
From the vision of the apple tree
That you begged, and I promised, to cut down