My name is Eve
I am the pinnacle of God’s creations.
They say that imitation is the sincerest form of flattery
God made the world to flatter me
I am the queenly Venus, birthed from the sea
The oyster’s prized pearl
My crown is a golden halo
It tumbles down my back
The ocean covets my golden waves
And begs for them, crashing on the shores
My eyes are the color of the Caribbean
Green with the life of the surface
Battling the dark blue from the depths.
Like Solomon’s love that is better than wine
My lips are stained with the frantic love
Redder than Solomon’s prized reserve
The brilliant summer solstice sun
Is dimmed when I smile
It is put to shame.
Who needs a phallus straight scepter
When I clearly rule my subjects with these curves
My queenly garb is porcelain silk
When I stride I glide across the earth
As gracefully as a bird though a still sky
I do not walk, I fly.
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