Adhering Adam is like a clownfish
Within a grottos coral reef
Intrinsic as a decimal starfish
Five fingered within one sheaf;
Absent of disapproving, disbelief.
Pawns his white Bishops game of chess
“Splits the opal” of imbalanced heavens
Slivered red in Eve’s wet dress,
Suspends genetically, millions of tens…
That she now proficient knows leavens.
Into their novel watery, mollusk moulds.
He now stock-still, wretched green, watches
The scaling of a world as it all unfolds,
Like a pearl her motherly clutches.
Is he now rounded into all of The Three Graces?

Comments
steven00 | September 29, 2009 - 22:40
Well I never.