Author: Maria Dastolfo
From Backroads Vol. XXXII No. 2 (Spring 2005)
Eden surrounded us in its brown suede cushion
Fabric of the garden -- soft and worn against nude flesh.
Green terrycloth covered the brown earth of the conservatory
And caressed our skin as we lay upon it (It was too hot underneath)
We waited for the dawn atop the beaten in divan
So the Lord could peek his eyes from behind the sky
And see us in shameless nakedness
No rejection in our greenhouse couch--
Eden would never allow such an emotion
After the deeds our bodies executed; unison.
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