Softly now, Eve transcends.
She remembers the garden,
kissing him, her tongue, his teeth,
the pink of his gums, her cheeks, red.
How he touched her thigh & she became
morning. The power in her hands,
the summer in his breath. The horses.
The rain. Eve learns to love the body
she has and the body she came from
at the same time. The apples and pears
and flowers directly above her, her fingers
digging into his ribs. A reminder: this is the first place
you called home.”