Eden to Galillee (by Caducus)

Galilee eyed, you walked upon my grief broke my bread and divided my treasures to robed blurs. Love is the apple of Genesis. Man is but a feast of ribs, a table of bitter meat a womb orphan best devoured whole before he worships woman and tastes the cunt of love. Galilee eyed, I sank to my depths laid as an arc of ribs where two by two men fall like sycamore on wood; leaving scarlet threads from your scarlet nails.