I am poison
Filled with lust and mess
Blood where juice belongs,
Greed.
I hang low
But I am of the freshness of God's garden.
I am holy, aren't i?
There are so few of me
Am I special still?
The woman,she's found me
Shiny,loving,succulent
I am radiance
The woman's soft lips
As if she knew the violence to come
So she remained as soft as one could be
Her hair fell from her head like a bow
Among shoulders and bosom
The richness and courseness of every girl to bloom
The sunlight kisses us so daintily
But she feels like fire against my peel.
I may not have a choice in the matter
But heaven is inside me
And I have made it
From within this garden