All things breathed into being,
God crowned creation with approval
yet was not satisfied
to charge the man,
"take dominion alone."
So from dusty flesh
He formed her,
she who would be
more a part of man removed
than when she was his rib.
He knew her.
She knew him.
Both were known.
I've known you.
You've known me.
We've both been known.
But prone to wander alone,
we go apple-picking where
Serpents lie,
and in our fig-leaved solitude,
one flesh begins to feel as two.
Oh, to shed concealments
born in shame and lack of faith,
souls, thereby, freed to mingle.
Oh, flesh of my flesh,
bone of my bone,
to be naked and unashamed!
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