Original Sin

Signing the ethereal contract,

we agreed never to acknowledge

the original sin

dormant in each other eyes.

Why weave invisible spider webs

that we ourselves become ensnared in?

Writhing in the silk,

our formless cores to be

devoured by mythological creatures

established by cold hearted poets

rebellious to chastity

in the confused days of God.

The flesh may separate 

after a covetous

lesson in anatomy;

but the weight of their

disfigured spirit

weighs heavy under the eyes -

bruising and exhausting. 

Sobriety envenomates temporarily, but

we were conceived to conceive -

truly deathless monsters,

you and I;

forever on the prowl.

Let us sign our names legibly,

and rightly keep what is ours.