My Divine Mother
My Divine Mother I stand inside your garden I realize you’re the tree I see the fruit, an apple Will it enlighten me? Too soon, a surge, desire Slowly snakes its way Another act transpires Is pleasure just in vain? See the serpent in the dusk The shape could be a rope To trade the venom that I carried For that forlorn hope And you can turn the vine to ash With your benign glance Be my eternal friend Given half a chance Is the seed within us Of the eternal tree? And the sun to grow it Nurtured...
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