i know you long to be the gentle seduction,
the sunny disposition
those purple painted passages
of spring
but you’re too violent to be a violet November
too much death and night
in your blood
enchanted energy
oh so tempting
you are the fall
your words
standing naked in Eden
daring to look down without shame
at who they truly are
skin and scale
you are the apple
poison in your blood
a bored and jealous
love
a serpent-heart held
between legs
the curiosity
the longing
the pseudo bravery stupidity
the humility and the savery
you are the whole damned story
~A.M. Troester, November (Soul Soot Poetry)