Her heart the masterpiece on display
As they fidget and fondle and weigh
Too busy determining her value
The depths to which she will sway
It was Adam the first time around
She wasn’t worth his sacred ground
Cavorting with thieves and harlots
She found simplicity to be profound
Too many smiles litter the floor
Broken mirrors and blown out doors
Bottles half empty have lost power
As foggy dispositions clog her pores
Weak groans clash with laughter
Emotional art spins from rafters
As they fill her with their demands
Leaving Eve a slave to her masters