A ROBIN'S EDEN
'Tis hard to match your cleverness, I doubt I ever will,
Sweet talked into biting the apple I'm tempted by you still.
There is so much meaning in your banter, deftly defined,
Still I smart from a quick response when I was once unkind
Somehow I think you'll make it, you and the man you love,
Playing music there together despite the push and shove.
We make our own Eden's and plant our own fruit trees,
The fruits all live inside our heads like complicated leaves.
And being calm and serious and always doing what is right,
Is about as far from fun as you'll ever get. No! Take another bite!
I have no other Eden other than the one I share at home,
Where all I am and all she is all water, blood, and bone,
Makes for a kind and happy place for love has that effect,
So when I see it spawn elsewhere, well why would I object?