She tempted me with her fruit
round and pink-tipped
and I took them in my hands
and weighed them against my hunger
and bent to breathe in their frangrance
and they were ripe in musk and blush and curve
and placed my lips there
beneath the heavy-laden trees
of the sweet-smelling orchard
and tasted salt and spice
and took the fruit of my woman
into my mouth and it was good
in the taking and in the giving
And so it was in that garden
that she held in her nimble
gathering hands my curious sprout
thick and hard as a rib bone
and she took it into her
all at one time and in too
she sucked the breath of life
fully into her sun-kissed chest
and she cried out O
you have made me with your rib
whole woman to my man
like the beasts and the birds
and the blooming flowers of the field
Then in our joining
and moving together there was
like a digging in soft moist loam
and there was dug in that fertile ground
a hollow place for sowing seed
and this was our knowledge
our secret place to come to joyfully
so that as we walked hand in hand
her hips flowed full as the garden brook
in spring and gently nudged against me
and we traveled east in our new clothes
with a swelling in her belly we named boy
and a swelling in our hearts we named love.
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