leaving Eden (for a fitting home)


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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.


 


Love-Of-My-Ribs,


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


wholeness.


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


Fruit-Of-My-Lips,


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

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