Eden, One Night Only

Come with me, Ms. Gates. Our pasts
Can be erased tonight. Oh, I suppose
That isn't true, but those pasts can be
Pushed outside for now. We'll close
The door on them, and make an Eden
Of what will at first be but a motel room.
You'll be Eve and I'll be Adam, and we'll
Innocently love each other on this splendid
Night. We'll order drinks, but eat no
Apples, writhe and gasp and go to sleep,
To rise tomorrow morning, and be driven
Out, not by a god, but by the toxic vapors
Of our pasts, which will have started
Seeping in.

Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2017-04-08 at 13:10

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Brilliant! Loved it.