Eve
the trees wrap their branches
and vines drop
unwinding out of
leaves, heavy, leaves thickening
to flutter in blood
the air is warm with serpents
muscles of slime
complex in innocent nerves they
braid their bright scales
by the fibres of my hair
my body
hangs in Eden
like a lily of milk
steaming with time
as I begin to fill
with the sick heat of memory
how shall I bless my Original?