Eve’s Harvest by Jan Lunette
Feverish passion travelled from the top of her head,
to the tip of her fingers, and down her paintbrush.
The canvas reminded her of the life existing within
and the life waiting to complete her own.
In these moments, she played god.
But in every Eden, there is a devil in disguise
slithering on its belly, hissing Paradise goodbye.
The snake’s face was of Adonis
with curly chestnut hair, evergreen eyes, and
faded freckles splattered across his face
like stars bursting on purpose.
She could have wished upon them if she wanted.
His features, the set of such fair cruelties,
sent God’s hand into spasms and cramps.
Time spent and toiled on this creature showed.
In the middle of his throat, the poisonous fruit hanged,
snatching her eyes. She watched him;
each gaze burned with intent.
As her tongue itched for his forbidden sweetness,
her rib shook underneath her throbbing breasts.
She knew it once belonged to him.
She knew this meant they were bound.
Her hand, unable to recreate taste,
called upon her tongue for assistance.
The colours of scorching desire, of budding passion,
and of warm blood boiled by the other’s fiery bosom
tinted their flesh in likeness.
Their lips painted scarlet strokes;
and out of each other, they created art.
No words were exchanged,
for only kissing spoke.
The Heart Detects what the Eye Cannot by Jan Lunette
She was like a forest
tucked behind every
of the world —
only my heart
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