Temptation
Eve stands in contrapposto,
paganly heroic.
Adam lounges, legs crossed.
His left hand fondles the bark.
She stares stark as an angel,
her face thoughtless with love.
He studies the tree in profile.
His right arm’s broken off.
The tree of changeless fruit
is grateful for . . .
. . . . . . .
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