Love Poem: One Day of Knowing (For the Eve In Eden Contest Sponsored By: Deborah Guzzi)

One Day of Knowing (For the Eve In Eden Contest Sponsored By: Deborah Guzzi)

One Day of Knowing

Adam, my Adam, please come stroll with me.
Let us take another walk to the sea.
Come, my husband, the man of my dreams,
We can live forever with no blasphemes!
You named all the animals as God asked.
Eons flew past; you continued the task.
Never “alone” working with no adieu.
God’s right hand man; I am so proud of you!
Alone in the garden, when God went out –
I keep wondering, what was that about?
What was on the outside?  I wish I knew –
Perhaps way back then…a dangerous venue.
Every yesterday walking side by side
In sync in the garden we two abide.
Millions of years living, immortal, shared.
God invented…giving to us; He cared.
Day after day together leisurely
We, walking with God obediently,
Free to eat of the Tree of Life and live.
Explicate that one, Adam?  Come on; give! 
Let us try the other fruit; we will not die.
The serpent said we would not.  Let us try. 
The Tree of Life gives immortality.
We will know good and evil, God’s specialty.
You said, before “Eve, do not ask again.”
We could be like God; come on let us win!
I am looking for adventure, if you please.
Life in the garden is a boring ease.  
Perhaps I will taste that fruit without you.
Then, you will miss me for an eon or two.
Good idea, baby”— Now, I am thinking!
Beguile me again…these teeth are sinking.
Adam, oh Adam, I ate and still live.
It tastes delicious; this is yours…I give. 
Yummy!  Eve, I love your tummy…naked.
Yikes!  He is unquenchable; love related.
What have I done eternity like this?
Never ending energy, a constant kiss.
My rebel spirit brought mortality.
Now, pain and toil, shall drive humanity.
Come on God; what is next?  Please do something –
God banished us the Tree of Life; mortal life stings –

DEDICATED to the original EVE whose rebel spirit and convincing tongue brought mortality to both Adam and herself.  Thus, the adventures of mortal man began and humanity became...us.

© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
May, 2010

Poetic form:  Couplets