Answering the Serpent's Call

The serpent called her And as if swans carried her light airy behind She ran through the cooling blue vines of the garden Into a jungle that puffed magenta steam clouds Circumventing cawing crowds of warning green fowl She wasn’t startled by the beast’s bright yellow face Nor his elongated serpentine demeanor In fact she formed a one-woman army of souls That would one day inhabit her entire planet She listened to his soft persuading elocute And dreamed to appropriate her ghostly master He entwined and penetrated her quiescent mind Persuading and enticing with promised power She became the trained monkey of the tempter The first of millions that would soon go after her Like a hungry macaque she climbed the great tree In search of her creator’s forbidden construct Reaching the golden fruited orb with heated breath She plucked it without hesitation or regret Racing through a luscious sea of green and amethyst She finds her sleeping mate beneath a giant mushroom She awakens him with an erotic purring Her tantalizing womanhood nude for his taste Drunken from her enveloping draining pleasure He accepts her offer of golden fruited prize As they greedily dinned the garden slowly died And the master revoked their immortality Clothed with wilting turquoise leaves to cover new guilt They fled their luscious home for the valley of death Never to return