greed and envy
twin whores standing
underneath the forbidden fruit
polishing a single plumfleshed orb
until it reflected
our blueblackgreenbrown eyes back to us.
we stared into this mirror–
into our unspoken wants
like sea monsters lurking down
below the ocean’s perpetual tide
tugged by the marionette puppeteer, the moon
(another silver tongued liar)
we plug our ears to the quiet voice whispering–
and grasp, bite, see
those whores cackling at naked bodies.