My Eve.
From the dust of Earth I came
A dry unnamed brittle soul
Before life’s humid breath
Filled my chest with curiosities
And you cast from pallid bone
Alabaster innocence and life’s sweet milk
Slipped from me as I dared to dream
Perchance of you to come
She, who was given to me
To help bear my every burden
Gifting to me sweet life as
Partner, lover, mother and friend
She, the beauty of true feminine spirit
Whose every soft line and thoughtly curve
Was created for only my adoration
…And I only for hers.
Copyright © Charles Fuller | Year Posted 2008
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