Eve

 

Eve was in Adam before

he yearned and unravelled Her.

That tender rib just over the heart.

The Beloved you most need,

deeper inside you

than a story.

Perhaps, after all,

your body.

We all long to have sex

with the Creator

and give birth to galaxies

whirling out of the chalice

of our thirst.

Every planet and pulsar,

each fairy ringing ciliate

of shroom spore,

even the flavor and caress

of tartarean flesh,

spills from a tiny seed,

and the seed is hollow.

Dive into This.

Now let your next breath be

a milky piquant stem of fire

springing out of the loam

between your nipples.

Photo: Discover Magazine