Eden

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To be a snake in your garden

Slithering through the branches of trees

I’d whisper ideas that some dare not speak

Offer up fruit you’re unsure you should eat

To hiss at those who stifle your inner voice would be my hobby
I’d coil around your oppressors
Sing to you like you were Eve in a melody of snake jazz
A song about being good enough
How you can grow your own flowers in that garden you keep secret

When you’re ready, I’ll be there

Resting in the leaves upon the gates
covered in passionflower
waiting for you to let it bloom from your dark