West Eden

West Eden

Virgin—
like the innocent body of Adam
touched singly
by the delicate rain
caressed only
by the sun’s passion
until Eve taught him what it meant to kiss.
In this rain,
lying on the new spring grass
beneath a mountain that has never
seen a woman touch a man
I want to touch you,
caress you like the sun
and teach you what it means
to kiss.

This is an older poem, but I like it. It did not place in a contest, but now it’s free to post on the blog! I think I wrote it in 2005 during a trip to Yellowstone National Park.


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