Adam’s Complaint

by Adrian C. Louis 

I did not need
the cooter of Eve.
I only wanted
His magical love &
His dribbling, dark gifts.
Oh my God, were you
not the knower & mower
of all blue fields
of fictional flesh?
Were you not the clean
& dirty sheets of my bed?
God.  I only wanted your love,
your snaky eyes & exquisite fangs,
the black knowledge of your venom.