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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required ADAM LOVES TO DOUBT The hand of man touched the mind of God, And the word became flesh! Thus Adam was seeded, planted in the Garden of Eden. Lord, I live in a sea of infinity, said he, yet there is no one here but me. The sun burns my virgin brain, and my soul with ferule flame. The plants and animals, short and tall, I named them all, But, there are none here that out to me call. There is the dance of the menagerie, but again, none dance with me. Oh Lord, I am troubled, help me a mate, and my inexpiable desire slake. So, I lay my head here among the stars teeming, dreaming with desires. Make her with long arms like spiral galaxies, to love me, oh Sire; Breasts like two pale moons, rising in a soft bed of morning glory. Color her thighs like red-hot rainbows, Bejeweled pillars inlayed, a fiery arch in heaven to span my fervent ache. Her skin, make it akin to velvet fronds, dew drops in a morning fog, Make her right Lord, fair as lunar light rising. Make her voice like a thousand song- birds singing, birthing the blushing dawn, Her pregnant lips, like butterflies collecting nectar from fragrant spring meadows. No grain of sand am I, no mote of dust in a cosmic sky. Are you so busy running infinity, that you have no time for me? My small world is full of grateful grandeur, but my monumental heart is empty, You have made it of gold, and filled it with coal. Would that I could be a fly on the ceiling of the universe so high, To understand your plan for man when Gods meet in secret to discuss what is human. You wander randomly like a drunken hobo, your creation below, What is our condition here? Do you know? Do you care? Under the evening starlight, take my bones and make her a delight, A rib to a summer’s breeze, and name her for the twilight. Put flesh on my bone, so I am no longer alone, Call her Eve, so to her I may cleave, Do it Lord, so I may believe!
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