The punctures ribbed the skin
Like aching crescent moons falling together
The blood forgives its warmth with haste
But the sin transmits its lust forever
The cursed hunger
Like the coiling serpent
Daring to feed the serpent in the wound
Eve, our primeval kin…guide us!
As source of freedom
a liberation of its own constraints
as the curse slithers through my blood
freedom found in the margins of our death
a deathless death
serpent in the wound
serpent in the wound