40 days of poetry - Day 9

And this one is about Adam and Eve

Once upon no time

A darkness over the face of the deep

A spirit above water

Suddenly Word:

"Let there be…"

A place of light and darkness

Wet and dry

Plants, fruit, living creatures

And man, created in the creator's own image

Dominion  over all

But…still

Man looked over all of creation

And found not one fit for him

So His creator

Created

He loved man so much,

He was willing to give him what

He himself had been craving

Had been creating for all along

Companionship

Man slept

Woman awoke

Holding fast to one another

In the light of this new world

His eyes never left hers

Her hand never left his

He held them both

In giving this to His beloved,

The one He most wanted to be near

He knew it would not end as His soul longed

Man would be enamored with another

He wanted man enamored with Him. 

It didn't take long

They gave into

A passive darkness

An aggressive darkness

Seemingly uncaring, but unrelenting

They relented

And ate

He closed his eyes as eager teeth bit into the flesh of the fruit

And flesh emerged. 

As the sweet juice fell from his chin

He opened up his eyes

Where a contented sigh would have been

Was an astonished

Oh

Eyes never wider, he began to notice her,

Then himself

His blush as deep and red as the fruit he still clutched in his hand.

As it dropped to the ground, he turned his eyes away

For the first time

An echo on the deep

A whisper emitted from a hiss

Shame

The sticky drops trickled down her chin,

Onto her breast, down her body,

As his eyes followed the drops

She suddenly realized she was exposed 

Her blood ran cold and she stumbled back

Eyes frantically looking, searching anywhere for

Something to cover herself

Why hadn't she realized this before?

No longer carefree

Sin entered and the weight of it

Was too much to carry

What had changed?

Everything

And nothing

For they had always been exposed

**side note:  This one isn't finished.  My favorite part of this story is when, after the rebellion, whey they deserve to be left alone forever, God clothes them anyway.  That sort of sums up parenthood and God for me.  I haven't found a way (2 years later) to put that into words yet.