Adam and Eve Argue
Sandra Bowers
A slithering sibilant speaks slowly, then silence.
Quietly, but quickly, a quarrel with qualms.
Misgivings make a misanthrope, he is
A mystery to his mistress.
As a concubine, she conquers him,
Like a continent. He convicts,
A sentence to the senses.
Her sentiment, she says, is sentient.
