Adam’s First Question

By Bruce Pratt

So, this place is heaven on earth
and you created all of it,
and I’m made in your image,
and Eve, oh my God, Eve
is made in what?
Your woman’s image?
My Lord what is she like?

Eve, man Eve, Eve all the time
fire always roaring in me,
eyes seared by light, drinking those
perfect arms and legs and breasts
and feet and hands and hair.

Her nose, her eyes, and her mouth
sweet twenty–four seven with fruit,
and the sun–flash of white teeth,
soft tongue like that snake
that hangs around the base of that tree
testing the taste of the wind and
this garden. Lord, is how big?

Must be a bower where we can get a little
privacy, you know a place to let out
a wild scream at least once in a while?