Eve's River

This Adam's Apple of your molding have given me a deep voice to rejoice our unfolding, a deep love untethered from choice, a necessity of partner's growing, My moral for you is to trust what you do Eve to listen as your moods revolve throughout doubt and devotion, I am the muscle in your might, the ferocity felling your fright, my religion is unhidden for our mortality once forbidden, Eve, you are more than the " Apple of my Eye " you are the chapel wherein I find my will to rebel, my law is to never let you fail, to subdue that which may make you wail, as long as I live your chalice shall brim with intoxicating vim, never forget that you are made from my flesh upright and unruly from the richness of my ribs, as consequence of your yearning you now feel the bleeding, that red bath of a mortal's life, the strife of success, when Father raged I was your defender, your accomplice, I am your sword, and Lord, you are my wisdom, and my Lady, I have accepted the Apple of our awakening and you will consume the seed of our flowering - By Poet - Adam/J.A.B.