Today's poem is by Deborah Corr

I Was Eve
       

that naked rib, weaving through tiny words
on the tissue pages of my bible.
I lifted her out of the ink and drank her.

The curves of her body glowed,
clothed in the warmth of a young sun
that seeped through the leaves of Eden.

Eden, that scrim of perfection,
paper thin and easily torn.

She had seen the serpent, long and supple,
wound around branches and coiled
at the base of trees. It writhed a path

in the soil and grass. Unrestricted.
How would it feel, its one cord-like
muscle massaging its way all over

her body. She wanted to dance with it
twined around her torso. Oh, the tingle
of its tongue on her skin.

Temptation to know to taste.
I shake the lock on the garden gate.

Copyright © 2025 Deborah Corr All rights reserved
from Naked Rib
Finishing Line Press
Reprinted by Verse Daily® with permission