In Her Garden
I followed your footprints,
You were talking to serpents,
I shared in your love and ate your fruit,
I realized I had neither pants nor suit,
I now know I'm naked and undressed,
Sitting unclothed and depressed
Sewing a fig leaf to my front,
There are no animals left to hunt,
Because we are no longer in the garden,
Tender and pure hearts freeze and harden.
You no longer call my name, you love the snake,
But I can tell you now his love will be fake.