I left the bony ribs of Adam
for the fruit
of my own
personal desire
Its scent still heavy
upon my flesh
my absence still
thorn
to his side
But now how my belly
hollows and aches
craving seed
craving kisses
but outside the road hisses
and I find myself
packing girlishness
in an old leather bag
love stepping lightly
away from the door
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