There is a mist out
tonight, a tongue curling past
stolen gardens and a tree of forbidden
fruit. I watch you smoking
in the dying shroud of evening.
I watch
the way shadows cling
to your shoulders, your thighs, the skeletal
slant of your face ascending toward mine,
toward the place

where we are buried

in blankets. Your Marlboro breath stains in indecision,
you hide us further inside sheets howling with
raging summer heat.
You, a devil at large, an angel
fallen from the face of God where once
you had adorned His lips, His throat, the place inside
His eyes.

The bed expands, no longer big enough
for the two of us. Your nude, hard form blinds
the moon as you take your place again. You smoke
beneath the forbidden tree. I feel the skin

fall in shreds from my face.
 

Jasmin Randick is the Managing Editor of The Rose & Thorn Literary E-Zine. Her poems and stories have won writing awards in several literary contests. Her past experience includes serving as a short story judge for AOL's Amazing Instant Novelist writing forum and critiquing manuscripts for aspiring writers. Currently, she is at work on several short stories and nonfiction articles.

 

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