[A sonnet. Eve was curious but bold.]
A sonnet. Eve was curious but bold.
Adam wondered if the branch above
could hold her. He watched Eve’s body unfold
above and touch the fruit. “I think this fruit
was made,” she said. He once
regretted her, so limber, not content
to name. Chaos of time and dance…
Adam engaged to teach her to relent:
“The stars, their motions false, untimely. Earth
is here. The triangle has properties
no matter what. The mind too can give birth
to number, natural law, mythology.”
The will to teach was gone. The pomegranate
seeds were gone. They were gone. A sonnet.