Eve

Clad in the morning sunlight Drifted I towards him Knowing not what he was Nor what I myself were. He didn't see me, even if he did Wouldn't know me, for he hadn't Known a woman till then And he never needed one. Ever since he was dropped In the Eden wild, the odours, colors, voices sweet as songs only for him, he fed on nectar and all fruits but one, Birds and the wild reeds sang for him And he sang with them the hymns Pea-cocks and trees and vines and rains Danced for him and he danced with them. Drifted I to him, drawn by an unknown will Plucking an apple on my way, why did I know not, but offered it to him, And with it, all of myself and my free will. Wonderstruck, he could not take his eyes off the fruit That he was ordered not to taste, Nor from those on my bosom. My eyes wandered from His face glowing in the aura Of thick blond cascadeing locks And flowing long beard. Involuntarily my fingers moved To my face that was smooth as moon, My eyes fell below his naval We were so different, yet so similar. I saw him biting into the fruit, No, not those on my bosom Though I wished he would. I stretched my hands, touched him. Electrified, I fluttered; whatever drove me on, I held him in my slender arms sucked in his lips in my fruity ones, I snuggled into his arms outstretched. How my body guided him into mine How our bodies found rhythm How he lay spent beside, How I wanted more, I knew not. Now a wrathful shout echoed across the horizons; 'Oh! God! ' he was inebriated with a fear I knew not, for I knew no god.