Vows taken to stopper lust yet truth will out
Oils of scenes from Eden, Eve chest-laden beneath boughs drooping
How the holy confess themselves unknowing
Robes hide screwtail and hood snout
Sweat the sheen the micahed flesh the bruise the rules the appleround
In oil or marble, teased with chisel
Mouth wearing archaic smile, sheerly vital
Cornice snout, shadows those arcuate lips
One lonely dimple further furnishes delight
What image stone holds only high God knows
Mole-eyed sculptors work an idol free, nose
Eyes, lips, ears.
Intended Adam statue shocks patrons
Hooded masterpiece came out lurid
A callipygian catamite splayed like a dirty bisected orange
Anal striations clear as column flutes unto a falling place
Fallen place walled garden image of Eden
Modesty a front-worn palm frond
Sticking out, one ball
Above all others: golden the sun, sky’s glorious crown!
Exiled, swan-winged sentries swipe fire swords along the wall.
Alchemisland 
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