We Were There

Temporarily brushing landscaped horizons, we lived another Adam and Eve and used to be blind

by the Supernatural, touched our souls once, meshed and laid us together for a few memories in time

evolving from lust, two bastard lovers with no consequences to the reason

we laid free with no need of a because, in the Garden of Treason

caught underneath bright cumulus clouds concealing vengeful grim

with God’s finger on the button and the faint sound somewhere of the Devil’s grin