Merciel

I crashed into a pair of ivory pillars
not even Samson could topple
and plunged beyond the event horizon,
pulled by the gravitation of the supergiants.
Time surged too swiftly as I hid
beneath pretenses of lame reflexes
to hoard the heat, scents, textures,
of Eve’s fruit before I fled Eden
in apologies, flooded in blush, and flayed
by the fear I’d never visit Paradise again.