Honey let me soothe you let me

hold you close and coddle you and tell

you time will heal all

hurts. I will sugar

coat it all and softly murmur

whisper words of comfort

in your ear.

In this Garden there is only 

This and you have tasted

It before,

Before you were banished from the

Halls of the Heart where you danced with

Angels and soared in

High places.

I will tell you what you’ve always heard

that love will last and none are cured

by their own will—pathetic little

Will

in the face of a Great eternity.

Love is everything, the end

and the Beginning, and there is nothing that is lost

that cannot, if sought,

be found.

 So seek, and so taste, and remember the

Days when the juice flowed

Free and healed your disease and left

You on your knees

Hush dear, and I will pet your brow and kiss

your wounded pride, and cosset you until you feel

attended to, ministered

unto, cared for enough to rouse

your curdled love into a

blazing Hell

worth mentioning.

Did I mention you would die? But of course 

You already knew that and of course

That’s just a lie.

Do not eat the Fruit, my love, do not

Taste and See and Know

that Life is good and one must grow

or one must

die—Do not think it!

Remember the words, the hallowed

words, the sacred signs and secret sighs,

the unified heart beats, the finished

sentences and unfinished dreams

that you must make

finished. 

 Sweet Sorrowful one, your

Time will come, or so I hope, when you will be

Crushed as you crush the seeds between

Your thumb and your fore-

Finger, crushed and pungent and full of Life seeping

Out, so you will know

At last what it means to be

Naked.　

(Left alone, no one else to hand it to,

no voice whispering

of serpently wisdom save your own, inside

your head, and

the Veil the

Curtain

is ripped is

torn

from top to bottom.)

(And your eyes will be opened and you will be

Ashamed, that you never

Before had the Boldness to

Bite nor the Strength to

Swallow.)