Six Sonnets in Search of the Ideal Feminine

I.

O, it's all been confusing since Eden on --

lonely Adam wanting what his Father had:

Sophia in his arms. Saying, Look, Dad,

Are you done with that dumpling? Eve was born,

a spare rib for the ages, and saucy

insouciance that drove fallen Satan wild,

and he went all dicky Tao when she smiled!

An apple? No, Martini and Rossi!

Fig leaves, Exile, goodbye gay eternity

and nine months later Original Sin:

swarthy Cain with devilish eyes checked in,

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