eve

first separate and safe
boxed flute in red velvet
then singing joined to air
joined to world so close
so many so much
not silence but bees
branches growing into light
the eyes of the creatures sliding over us
all knowing
crouched over his closed eyes
words coming quickly now like fishes
pollen coating my arms
hair in my mouth
my eyes sticky and my breasts full of honey

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poet unknown.