Fragment of Eve
My Adam searches for a thousand years for the corrupted fragments of your Eve. Words giving meaning to trial, the despair of being born fallen was called a miracle. My opened arms won’t become wings and this soaring passion won’t reach the sky. I want you to find it, I don’t want anyone else to see. I'm endlessly crying out that I want to protect you. You need me, don’t you ? The sinner. Even if we’re born knowing everything the next time around, Is it OK to call this electrifying wildness love ? Is it OK to love this inconstant echo and these tears ? Biting into the apple, I softly bite into the legend. We must hold out our hands to the light in the vacuum we wish to be submerged in. Because my Adam will lose his cool, over the corrupted fragments of your Eve. I want to hold you, I don’t want to be apart from you. Whisper that you never want me to let go It’s OK to fall with me, my lover. If shamelessness and irrationality, were let loose there would be music. Clinging onto the end of the legend, let’s exchange the forbidden kiss.
