Let Her Be As Eve Was To Adam

Fire a burning arrow cupid One that has struck its victim The way a bleeding arrow should Find me a lover never tiresome. Cupid - that's never humdrum She mustn't burn like brushwood. Too soon into cinder expatiating Thunder and lightning ooh now solemn. Find me a dark mystic woman Cupid Who slinks all day and purrs The night away like a gentle lamb, That errs to stay but not to slaughter. Cupid - let me incur her hearts pain That cauldron of curdled passion And that elixir of eternal fire That never turns ashen. Fire a burning arrow cupid One that has struck its victim The way a bleeding arrow should Let her be as Eve was to Adam… A poem's seed always ready to succumb.