Eve

The very first view of

the very first face

is very much the sun, being

all too bright.

Her face burned with sheer light,

a holy candle lit by the breath of God, looking upon her
face,

I saw the face of God when I loved her.

We were together, day and night,

as only lovers could be together.

We had nothing to hide,

living in this garden

where everything was pure, kind:

every creature knowing the name of

every other creature. 

I wanted to live like that for the rest of my life:

God sees all that we are and

we cannot lie to him

or even justify our evil as

a product of circumstance or

of necessity.

The very first face, she was all

and even more, I could not even

describe all that she was,

but when she ate of the pomegranite,

and I ate of the pomegranite,

I became less of light, and the darkness

made me anxious,

the light of her soul mixed with darkness,

that was the second view of the

first face.