Unbound
(Eve Was a Poet)
by MrDaMan
Virgil R. Hall II (Randy)

The chains of his own making,
of his own fears...
Rattle in their comfortable discomfort.

Awoken from slumber by inklings splashing
passion... whetting his lucid reality.

In rythmic ink no less!
In an orgy of dancing stardust blinking!
She is Eve with a pen, reeking of Gods nectar.
Of stolen fruit freshly wet and sticking to our rib.

Oh no!

The beast growls within,
quaking with lustful hunger.
Lurching lecherous... snarling,
salivating, pure wanton lewdness.

Straining against the shackles,
bleeding, sweating and ravenous.
Wild eyed and insane for the forbidden fruit.

But reason eats his brain and tamps
down instinct in favor of civilization.
Leaving the beast unquenched.

He sits naked in the grass, in the rain,
in the lightening. Rattling his chains
and crying a thunder of his own.

Unbound only in his dreams,
a perfect but unending storm.
That will never pass.