I had to read this a couple times before I made up my mind about how much I liked it.
I find it split into 3 interesting sections: the first is sexual and intriguing, the middle is almost disgusting and cadaverous (was this to reflect the curse put on humanity because of her sin - death?), and the ending seems to be almost a picture of desperation (which gets me thinking about the old debate, is free choice really free choice if you aren't aware of the mistakes you can make?).
I especially love the femininity in the line :"into the white womb" which seems more fit for the Madonna than Eve, again an interesting comparison.

The whole poem, as chock full of religious imagery and questions, reminds me of Lady Macbeth's guilty "out, out, damn spot" speech.

A definite thumbs up.

What a strong opening. This poem is an eye and attention catcher straight from the begging. Add to that the luscious imagery and delicious wording and line-breaks – this poem is one hellova read.

I relished on the wording, the flow and juicy feel, this poem made me feel the atmosphere and picture the situation so lavishly, it is really a tasty read. At the end I felt every little nuance of a word, the struggle and pain, it all reflects line by line till the booming ending.

This poem is really a beautiful one, I loved it.

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Some days I write those words, others they write me.

Thank you so much for your input, your praise seems > the piece. =]

When I was working on it, I got the feeling that I wanted the entire thing to be a struggle - the struggle for knowledge, understanding, a struggle so intensely frustrating that it's both disgusting and lustful. It all sort of filled out then, after that idea... is knowing the truth worth the pain, worth knowing how ugly it can be?

I dunno. Thanks again

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'Cause when it's in your hands, it's a cigarette.

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your fantastically sharp descriptors weigh heavily on your conclusion: that it is not for you to know. it left me wondering why (not).

i do like it.

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The world is an eraser for these words


- Jack Kerouac


we must destroy that which contains us

My creative writing teacher told me a couple of times that poetry should answer and create questions, leave a reader wondering and finding new things each time they read. The fact that it's left you asking why or why not means that maybe I'm doing my job

thank you so much for reading and reviewing and making my day.

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'Cause when it's in your hands, it's a cigarette.

Thank you so much for your input and analysis... getting an analysis seems really rare nowadays, so I appreciate it.

I think you said what I wanted to say better than I did - I read it the same way, with three sections: lust/greed, disgust, and then frantic desperation.

I really like what you saw in it that worked beyond what I had intended - images of decay to reflect Eve's damning of humanity [I wasn't even thinking that deep, more along the lines of 'Finding out the truth can be gross!'], the connecting bits to Macbeth [murder, madness], and even the thought of free choice.

Thank you so much for reading into this. Really.

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'Cause when it's in your hands, it's a cigarette.

I have to this. Every time I re-read it I get a new mental image, a new impression. Reading a poem is rarely THIS gratifying. I certainly see why TFP featured you.

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"Now I know the things I know, and I do the things I do; and if you do not like me so, to hell, my love, with you!"
— Dorothy Parker