Eve is Clay
By Thailan When
She remembers
open mouth
closed eyes
evening
night
showing us the light
feminine lotus
gentlemen show us
I exist in everything
she brings nourishment
break her breast
be the first
taste the test
evening
they call me eve
I bleed the seed
the fruit of trees
I be your equal
molded from the cold dirt
console in the middle
feel the tone of my birth
I reminisce
another time in nature
my stature is delicate
dominant
submissive
my dream is prophecy
parable of the explicit
I ate my fate
too late to take it back
beyond the beyond is what I am to face
and so now I know to fast
hungry for the wisdom
ready to move on
the city is my kingdom
and I’ve become it’s spawn
we were the guardians
you and me
in the garden
we were free
- Thailan When
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