Eleanor Ross Taylor

1920-2011 / United States

Eve

The serpent in my Eden
swallowed Adam.
He slithered into meals;
of course, my bed.
Wrapped himself tighter, tighter,
all around me,
ejecting sweetish venom
in my head,
no simple adder.
That stupe's gone, he said,
strangling,
love me instead.
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