Poem- She's Easy Like Eve

A poem of falling.

She's Easy like Eve

And it's not the tips of her breasts, hardened against the morning,
it's not the soft ink, pink and black up her side
or the tousled dark blond hair; full of pixie mischief.
It's the way she moves to the window,
easy like Eve in her nakedness--
as if she was born to share herself without shame,
as if there were more than apples in Eden.
She pauses in the filtered light, looking out, then turns and smiles.
Good morning, sunshine, I say,
knowing how the things she touches bloom.

Her feet leave slight impressions in the carpet
as she returns to bed, stretching languidly
before tumbling to the twisted sheets.
I pull her close-- thankful, impatient-- and kiss her
over and over and over and over.

Background image of her.

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