She is an oasis
I see as a mirage
The fluffed up green
Around the pool
From which I hope to sip,
Desperate as she
Grows more distant
The thirstier I get,
An Eden with only
This paltry serpent
To lure her
To sample my fruit,
Dangling from the one tree
We are forbidden to taste,
An oasis, an Eden,
All already lost
As I lick the buds
And suck the juice,
Waiting for the wrath of God
To cast us out,
Knowing deep down
The exile is worth it,
If only it is more than
A mere mirage
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