Adam and Eve

The history

Man breathed the air. Thick.
Hand in dirt, naked, naming.
He stood straight like the trees.
But the trees were taller.

The green beans grew tendrils, like the hair on his head.
But he ate the greenbeans and then they were gone.

He blinked like the deer, elephants, monkeys, rabbits, but they did not
Open their mouths to speak like he did.

He spoke to God. And God spoke back from every direction at once.
Man was from head to toe and that was all.
God was from dark to light, up to down, earth, east, west, sky, deeps.


“Sleep and when you wake you will find what you have been looking for”

Man had no choice but to sleep at the soothing sound of God’s suggestion.
What had Man been looking for? I planted the green beans, I harvested the strawberries,
I swam in the river. I sang praises to God.
Yahweh was always thinking a head. That first day, I just sat down,
After examining my reflection in the river, wondering what I ought to do next,
That’s when God let me name the animals.
I got to be a part of the creation that God told me was only a little order than me.
The names just rolled of my tongue. I felt like it wasn’t the first time I was seeing them
I named that strange animal with the long neck, giraffe,
Yes, I like the sound of that...giraffe…


“Let me reach into your side” Yahweh hummed a lullaby
“to create your Ezer."
God, kneaded the rib in his hands, stretching, sculpting.

Massaged the bone into flesh
Breathed still lungs into movement.

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Man woke there was a fire in his side
Like he was the earth and someone dug him open.
His side had no scar.

He saw something and that something had been watching him sleep.

It was like he has been a single winged butterfly
Only now discovering the other wing
Breathing never felt like this before.

He whispered into her ear, you are what I have been looking for,
You are bone of my bone.
I am flesh of your flesh.
Can I call you woman, for yesterday,
man was alone, but today, today you are here.

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Woman, the word felt familiar on her tongue, like a tickle down her spine.

They walked between the tall trees, past the blinking animals, swam in the river. She loved the way the cool streams of water, ran through her fingers. She held her hand just on the surface and she watched the little ripples run over her hands as the water rushed by.

They went to the gardens and ate from the trees.

The sky turned purple as the sun sank lower.
Humidity hung over the pair like a blanket as they watch the stars.

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The Rant

Now here is the second part of this poem, written millions of years and sins later, when butterflies have learned how to travel without wings, and no one thinks about breathing, or blinking anymore.