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Poetry by C. Eve

I am the First Eve.

January 13, 2020

present tense

delicate like glass,
the rest of us
are living
in the past.
when you recognize this
you cry something
like honey
sticky and sweet.
concerned,
I lift my gaze
to yours
to promise
you something
burning and blinding
like love.
you lick your
sugared lips
and smile.
this moment is
every little
thing and
the whole universe.

Posted in Art, Poetry, UncategorizedTagged c.eve, dark poetry, poetry, shadowofeve, shadowofeve.com, thefirsteve, thefirsteve.comBy shadowofeve

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