water drips in the quiet of Eden,
held temporarily by the lush green leaves
Through the drip-drip-drop,
hushed whispers weave through the branches,
and plumes of steam rise from the ground,
timid heat caressing the forest bed.
Above the canopy,
stars twinkle in a sky of sapphire
A competition of beauty,
for the sun blazes gold, throwing
constellations to disarray.
I do not know -nay-
I cannot tell,
Whether this is Heaven,
or a part of Hell,
For I glanced over my bare shoulder,
and saw you looking back at me.
Your eyes, an addiction
I used to feed,
by dreaming of you constantly.
Are you ghost
or are you flesh,
and if flesh you are,
there must be an apple.
behind the trees.