Love’s Knowledge The tree of my love begs to be consumed. I grapple with inviting you to feast its fruit with me daily. This serpent of seduction doesn’t hound you, Adam. As I lay here on the eve of becoming Eve I cleave to my stable singleness, my marginal vulnerability, my sensible sharing of my search for a specific sentiment. With you. Good grief, do I want to devour my love’s fruit and offer it to you, so you will join me in succumbing to its power. Yet I do not indulge. The devil of attraction slithers within me while I sustain the sedation of the sin of my love’s fruit. Eaten too soon it’s nutrition won’t bloom.
My love will consume and send our bond to its doom. I just want to swoon. But you’re too different. Too uncertain. Too oblivious. Too laidback. Unknowingly Adam. And I’m too controlling. Too passionate. Too far along. Too counter cultural. Imminently Eve. So what will it be? Will the knowledge of my love stave off your acceptance of your own? Will it be too soon for us to be naked in our feelings? Will we scramble to cover up, suppressing what we could have? Love covers a multitude of sins, except when it is the sin. Will I surrender to the snake of selfishness that starves for the freedom to fully feel?
I don’t want my Eve similarities to lead to the devastating realities of sin’s separation. But while you walk on your own, I am alone, Adam, Come home. Make your feelings known. I can only hold on for so long before I give up or give in. My tree dies or I sin while I wait for you to be propelled from within. --Jeuel A. Davis
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