like Adam, Eve and that old tree of knowing

like Adam, Eve and that old tree of knowing

 

 

in ecstasy's womb

i kick the carcass

of what once was,

dying to get out

 

impelled toward the passion

once conceived with you

i am a stillborn flashback

and we are the procreation

 

of how eyes are the dreams

of sin

originally condemned

to a life of what if's.

 

 

erin-cilberto

7/20/17

Reviews

[Tom]

Hindsight is a wonderful thing so they say, but that doesn't help to assuage the bewilderment of remorse and regrets... powerful and poignant Jacob, tugs at the heartstrings, like good poetry should !

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind review, Tom.
j.

[Surya]

Ohh!!..eyes are dreams of a sin...
Truth here in lines...I loved it..:)

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind words, Surya

j.

[Annette Pisano-Higley]

"Eyes are the dreams of sins..originally condemned..."-a line for the ages! Catholic guilt of which I partake sadly...re-incarnation through human ecstasy-"i am the stillborn flashback and we are the procreation" absolute genius!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

you are very kind, Annette....

j.

[apennylate]

Kicking the carcass of a womb in ecstasy...?
Brilliant, absolutely brilliant...
What if's, what if, what... Bah...
A still-born of passion, gaspin'...
Brilliantly penned...

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind words, Silente...

j.