"It is her soul, mind you, that is so inclined to devilry; I wish not to betray the
benevolence of her solid form. In life she would harm no living creature, but
her sidereal body eludes her moral confines once it is summoned by my juvenile yearning.”
© 2014 Brandon Gene Petit
- Taken from The Insomniac in Love, Ab Antiquo, Ab Aeterno, Nov. 2010
Eve polishes the apple with a rub against her chest
And offers it to Adam with a beckon call of perfume breath
Nameless pleasures coat his throat, a consequence of scorpion sting
Realms no longer kept from man unveiled by fallen angel’s wing
Cradled in a primal sleep, our hero soon forgets his quest
Locked away in goddess keep, asleep beneath the Devil’s crest
Her scent is rain, her blood is wine, her eyes agleam in serpent make
Prometheus has no greater gift for man to break his vows and take
© 2013 Brandon Gene Petit
- Taken from Ab Antiquo, Ab Aeterno, Nov. 2010
Life is beautiful, but sad.
You are beautiful, but dangerous.
I am beautiful, but strange.