Eve

Eve with a dusky hand,
drew down the spar of man
Knew he was perilous,
just one and none to trust
Even his supine god,
plotted his courses trod.
There, in his madness claimed
laughter and thought and rain

She loved the snake the best,
bright hued and sibulant
She watched the farthest stars,
She knew where glow worms are.

Always his burgeoned lust.
To plant his seed at cost.
Jaded, she turned away.
Tides, in the arbour swayed.
Smiling, she took her hand
inward to jewelled lands.
Flowers and feast and curve.
Without a shaded word.

Eve, from his ardour sought,
Any place
he was not.
copyright, CBE 99**)

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