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This I know, for an angel has said
as she clasped my hips and
while I slept, so deepened my dreams:4
If, she cooed, you but kiss me tenderly first
I shall tell you why angels are jealous,
so glide your tongue along my lips
and listen to our sounds
the promises false,
for us angels, not sexual,
but saliva and pink darks
of my full mouth kiss
shall bring you fully to bliss
and if you kiss me long and deeply,
as if you could resist,
I shall tell you
what have you become,
why us angels are jealous
and of what.5
Listen you, listen —
the apple is myth,
the serpent a lie,
for God gives you power
to choose, unlike us.6
So listen, listen to what God whispered
to Adam, to Eve, to each their own turn,
to assure their temptation,
as love, all love, sincere must be,
unlike that of us angels
who may seduce humans
but not our own kind, nor fall
in love, for ours is never earned
so perfected by love unearned
by God, and so we are
God’s great desolation,
for he wants a love that is true,
and love must be by choice, its true
so listen, listen ...
these the things only
God ever has whispered,
bewildering philosophies
they have spawned
to confuse and tempt
of which those such as I
know nothing nor care
for the apple is myth
and the serpent
a house pet mere.7
Listen, listen ...
these the things only
God ever has whispered —
these shall be the words of God to Eve,
those the serpent would never have been so clever,8
“Eve, in purple wet dawn your lips curl, nipples pucker, want, need warmth and your hips ache for a volume inside them moving just so with its base and Adam’s testicles rubbing behind, as the angle of his curve is perfection to your pretty clitoral song, its engorged shroud hiding it’s swollen and gentle, adorable curves, so protective and expectant of its child within, of that pink, ache, it yet desires and urgent, urgent ... and at these times does your finger you use gently curve down, bending at its joints and ply your need with the tenderness you cry for in your sleep, fearful upon waking, all is in vain. And so you desire Adam in my stead.” 9
Listen, listen ...
these the things only
God ever has whispered —
these shall be the words of Adam to Eve,
but only by sounds of groveling, manipulative charms:10
“Eve, my Eve, would you enjoy doing to me, or any man, even one who has been kind to you, trusting you as he slept, or any man, you could have brought to you and made helpless for your pleasure, even for no reason at all. Do you want to masturbate or curve your thighs, close them around my bare and smooth, narrow hips, and feel me moan into your hips, as you hear this through my lips rubbing along your ear. If you do, I promise you will not return from the place you envelope like a lovely tulip does, fragrant, soft pollen and svelte, pale butterflies I guide myself into you with these words.... kissing and tonguing, and warm saliva oozing into each others mouths and along your rising nipples.”11
listen, listen ...
these the only things
God has ever whispered —
Adam, further shall to Eve say ,
but in words innocent and purpled lust,
spoken in tones of the daisy: 12
“I am mischievous, and you bought me as a pet, you think, with your curves and your lips, or shall when I drop your gold in the bottomless plate of men’s gods, for on this planet your kind rules — tall, strong and curvaceous, woman and well versed in the arts of tying, of philosophies and ethics of social endeavor and pillow softness and of goings to war for your honor, and you don’t use soft strands, you use the kind of rope sailors use to hold a mast to a sail. That rope, orange and blonde and rough and thick, you make so tight I can barely move to breathe and you gaze at me and peel your wet, light, peach body suit down, kneeling and sway down to me baby smooth, puckers pink darknesses shaved, adorable, curing mound, so helpless to the eye of a fool, along my ache, that goes needful. You tell me what you want, and let me feel you warm and begin to moisten, and tell me if I move my lips, in negation of your requests, as you kiss me and urge me to run my tongue like fresh, thick cream, along your breasts up to your nipples and ply them, each, one at a time between my lips, and rub your nipples, one at a time along their trembling urgent desperation, my lips, you will, if I move or even twitch during the next few days, you will, you swear, as you bind my head to the bed board with duct tape, apply it to my mouth and hold my nose shut until I pass out, over and over again, and that you intend to, at times, sit pressed to my chin and slap me and slap me for fun and if I whimper, you’ll use the duct tape, and you kiss me as you tell me this and my mouth feels like a flower blooming inside a hot, raw, digesting life some one has wished upon a star to ingest, and you tongue my ears and you whisper into my mouth and move your lips slowly against mine as you speak and you remind me I must not move, and then you stroke my curve slowly and run your nipples, moist with your saliva along it and watch my eyes as I grow beyond my welling tears you smile at and remind me I must not move my lips as you rub my curve, its turgid, purple veins, its gentle curving expanse along your labial folds and watch my eyes fold back and whisper lip my lips that you will be back in awhile and give me some water, and the room is dark and you walk out and I am beyond my tears and into helplessness ... this I remember, each day and each night how long you held me captive and the torments sometimes torments which last for days and days and the cries you allow me and begs I moan, as you tell me you will stop if I really want you to .... this, the flutter of a captive man, your toy now, and you will make me remember you. 13
“But now at the base of your mountain you pray to your gods, and offer them up my essences and your milk and swollen, stiff and longing nipples I bend down to kiss, as I am thick now and rich and warm pudding-like, and grow warmer and larger and only hold into your lacy pink prettiness a tiny flutter, and begin licking your thighs instead, for you have taught me patience, and manifest advantage of art. “14
Listen, listen ...
these the things only
God ever has whispered,
and your kind said yes
on the very first day.15
God does not enter into your wounds,
for those God saved for Christ;
yours are what God has burst from instead
on new outward journeys to stars.16
You love by choice, and so, true,
whilst ours is simple command —17
why us angels
are jealous of you,
but not the God you have invented
who needs holes to go where you need18
a so-called 'Him.'19
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