the serpent resides coiled in my chest
I hardly know it is still alive until i look at you
until it squeezes tight and chokes me–
I cannot speak.
I cannot name the ways I wish
to settle down and live inside you.
who is to say who was created first
with the way we each are always trying
to crawl back inside the other.
shall we go?
I follow your every footstep like a dog
nose to the dirt, to the soft earth
which beckons us back.
yes, we shall go back, but not yet
and not ever by the way we came.
do you look behind?
I don’t; I had no name till I met you
and now I have so much more.
I would not call it holiness
but it feels like
yes, that’s the word
I am comforted in you.
no I rejoice in you.
why do you weep?
let me cheer you,
let me dance in the sunset,
in the last day among the perfect leaves
whose fruits we will learn to ache for.
let me put my voice to the first song
let us delight and flee.
two Adams. or perhaps two Eves.
I was made a help for you,
and I helped you. we are going
to the field of our inheritance
where blood will soak the dry grass
it is not Eden, but it is home