Eden far and gone
I can tell you this: Eve is in every woman.
she likes it dirty. & me, it’s the only way I know.
I rub her cheek, gentle-like, till she’s swooning, she’s practically
purring. then I slap her hard, to remind her that love is pain.
I ask her if she wants it rough. she moans my name.
she says yes. yes! & it goes that way…
I’ve heard the serpent speak.
I’ve tasted the fruits of forbidden passion.
if I need to learn the story of the first seduction, the first deception, I can
journey to the Old Testament, the Garden of our creation & demise. man
was destined to be the thief of desire, & woman was the first. she’s the
charisma & chaos on the plains from Babel to Babylon.
from Jezebel to Jean Harlow.
she displays herself nakedly to my Aryan eyes. the smooth geometry of
her – curves & angles, alignments & symmetries. she says ‘I was made
like this for you.’ I want to love her, I want to hurt her. & by the idolatry
of her beauty, she drags me to a remarkable & lonely Eden.
I know the serpent walks,
cherry lips are laced with a snake’s kiss –
and Eve is there, in every woman…
(Art: Istvan Genthon)