You, Eve

I have seen the garden

Grieve

My rib, now aching flesh

As God stood by

And watched me

Rub that missing thing

Hidden

Within

And then you grew

I knew

My peace was gone

You, Eve

Here was the heady realization

Things had changed

This invitation

I would recount...

The leaves

On that fig tree

Or believe

What I could see

That Eden

Was not a place to be!

So I sip

The wine and cry

Hoarsely

The prize runs

In the fermenting chaos

That begun

With a melody

You, Eve

Why?

kbdgr8est

04 July 2008