Yo, Even at Eden or Dolores


Hey Eve…

looking good on this fine evening

& in the Beginning

Of our encounter
I encountered
and counted just how many pieces of her heart they had stolen

Wrote their names precisely
with a finely-
Tipped pen

She looked me in the eyes

For the Answer
I entered her Garden of Truth


Drank, wildly
From her Fountain of Youth

Drunk in love we became
Laughing, living and loving through pain

A statement we made very clear
From the moment I caught her stare
She acknowledged mine

The rest is history…we stuck in time.

On another plane
We made love & signed our names.

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