from the bottom of woman’s curiosity
taste freshly squeezed
between the teeth
juice of Forbidden Fruit
feel the dust grinding
as road is catching cold
and coughing
with every step made
and roots of a crown are prayerful
of salty rain
to come before
Easter starts ringing the bell
and Noah invents the binary system
for a diversified future
and prickles’ sharpness
a tad too young
to write pain’s eviction notice
on innocent faces
and Eve's womb
is still free of fratricide
full of unconditional love
and thousands years
ahead
waiting for God
to die…

2 January 2009