The punctures ribbed the skin Like aching crescent moons falling together The blood forgives its warmth with haste But the sin transmits its lust forever The cursed hunger Like the coiling serpent Daring to feed the serpent in the wound Eve, our primeval kin…guide us! As source of freedom a liberation of its own constraints as the curse slithers through my blood freedom found in the margins of our death a deathless death serpent in the wound serpent in the wound