13thWR

SEDUCTION, AN OLD STORY

The way you lean in toward me.
A serpent extending to examine prey.
That glint in your eye where knowledge
leaks out. Something in the flicker of tongue
tasting words which mean "downfall."
You invent the fashion show describing
me in something sexy like a fig leaf
or darkly iridescent like the apple's
titillating sheen. How long can innocence
stay my reaching hand? How long before
carnal knowledge offers us the stench
of Noah's flooded land and rushes us
through all the stations of the cross.

- Victoria Garton