Eve
From God's hands
and a sacrificial rib
came mounds
of black skin
folds
of supple flesh
and
pursed lips
dripping nectar
while smuggled
between my hips
hidden
between my thighs
is a garden
you've never known
It’s name
is not Eden
But it’ll be
a second home
with rivers
to quench your thirst
and fertile soil
for your seeds
to be sown
from God
you were blessed
I am
your blessing
I am
divine
I am
the
black woman
the first,
of all time
Adam
I gazed upon her
knees, wanting to drop
I offered my being
she parted, her hips
and received my offering
we shared our moans
sung continuous hymns
and tangled limbs
I was swaddled, in her folds
given, a home
and a garden to sow
it held honey
for me to taste
and fruits that we had yet to create
I’m in the presence
of something godly
the first black woman
a blessing before me
summoned,
from my rib
sculpted,
by our God
and mixed,
with divinity