The air supports life. <br />The canopy of leaves keeps my skin ivory. <br /> I am exposed and I am free. <br />The sun rises and falls and all I have ever seen <br />is the masterpiece of life that I am the mother of. <br />I sleep in peace. <br />I am never alone. <br />My bed is woven from soft vines. <br />No thorns or blemishes exist in my world. <br />I feel heat from the sun and I bathe in cool mist <br />from falling water. <br />My feet splash the water and moss goes through my toes. <br />I am alive and not alone. <br />My skin is sweet; <br />my hair is long and soft. <br />I do not hunger nor do I thirst. <br />I am full; always full. <br />Something slithers up my thigh and between my breasts. <br />A tongue tickles my neck and then the most beautiful golden fruit drops at my soft feet. <br />I take it like a wild animal and it is left to a few seeds. <br />The clouds roll in cold. <br />My soft feet crack <br />and I am alone with a scaled creature <br />hissing and as it goes I feel pain. <br />I know I am dead inside for I made sin come and be real. <br />I am Eve. <br /> <br />copyright 10-10-2008 Sarah Sisson<br /><br />Sarah Sisson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-world-59/
