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
Copyright © Gary Jones | Year Posted 2007
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