Dear Adam:
I have thought about your formation
(Our Lord extracting his glorious rib.)
I have examined your godly ribs,
Found nothing Christian.
You are part deity, but a Grecian one:
A cruel and beautiful bust of marble,
Equally cold.
You are also part lover.
This I have uncovered unexpectedly
In eyes that defy marble.
In eyes that blink, that lower with soft lids,
In lips a healthy sunset color
Like wild petals.
Part conqueror;
You have indeed conquered certain temples.
Each holy edifice, you desired
Not for the crumbling of stone fortress-walls,
But for the repose upon the soft pews within;
Not for stained-glass windows or incense and altars,
But for the triumph usurped upon entrance.
The holy water splashed upon the floor:
You have conquered me.
Above all, you are part human.
This was the most shocking discovery:
It manifested itself in your rhythmic chest,
In the way that your marble ribs rose
and fell, undulating and pale.
Your dark lover-eyes closed, languid flames extinguished.
Your conquering embrace softened- just slightly -
And a human hand, immaculate from between lashes,
A sinning hand, a fallible, beauteous, mortal human hand,
Searched for mine
(Which I hid, cunningly, beneath my heavy head.
Your hand, ever-human, could not find it.)
Dear Adam:
I will not have that delicious golden apple.
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We picked strawberry peaches
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