Adam and Eve
Stand still forest -
the lovers approach.

Sweet, steady entourage
of flesh;
waltzes she,
saunters he,

lungs for mouths,
without rib,
mother moans
miraculously: the light!

He lingers; tight-lipped,
tighter still then the tiger
stripe of doom-sound
taunting;

a rip between sky
and ground.

Surge of bird wings
walloping without
the mockery of her
appreciation;

as though smiling
she could break
natural flight.

As though dismissive,
she forgets,

tugs fingers from
bones, and he, in
breaking himself
christened her
alterations; though

no father here;

only brother and
sister here,

only lovers,

only the erroneous light -

stand still chameleon skull.
Serpent heart with the
flowering grace.
Stand still continent,

they approach.

a/n: written for the June WCC.