Tasters

The summer sun made blood like sap
rise till her lily face blushed red,
he felt the swell and wash of love
nuzzle his veins from toe to head.

In Eden’s garden ripened fruit
dripped sweet between the lips, alas
birds sang a warning soft as breath,
the smart snakes gossiped in the grass.

    Original Citation

    Midwest Quarterly 5 (Summer 1964) 293.

    Word Count
    54
    Original Publication
    Date Published
    1964
    Complete Poems
    142
    Theme(s)
    First Line
    The summer sun made blood like sap
    Poetic Form
    closed
    Twitter Quote
    In Eden’s garden ripened fruit / dripped sweet between the lips