Poésie de MIA BARKAN CLARKE, New York

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EVE

Just before

the first bite

she has no shame

in her garden

her tiny wrists

limp and pure

as stems of white lilies

and baby's breath

kissed with morning dew

Enraptured

by the serpent's

crimson seduction,

it's already too late,

though the forbidden fruit

is still untouched

by porcelain fingers

His blood red venom

engulfs her innocence

stings her flesh

with intrigue

and desire

Frozen

her doll-like structure

created for man

hesitantly reaches

for her independence

as she salivates

for the pomme's verboten nectar

before

she takes

the first bite

© 2000, Mia Barkan Clarke

(Tea With Nana by Mia Barkan Clarke)