The <br />Red Moon <br />slept <br />easy <br />over <br />the <br />garden of eden <br />waiting <br />for <br />the <br />worms <br />to <br />yawn again <br />before <br />the <br />feast <br />of <br />love and joy <br />requesting <br />just <br />one <br />red <br />red apple <br />on a stick <br />in <br />the <br />very <br />last virgin’s hole <br />and <br />we <br />all <br />came <br />after that <br />wearing nothing <br />needing work <br />licking <br />laughter <br />beyond <br />for one moment <br />of relapse <br />becomes <br />God’s penance <br />for <br />red <br />red <br />sin is infinite<br /><br />Charles Lara<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/red-sin/
