Thursday, September 29, 2016

What We Don’t Hear About at All

You know what we don’t hear about at all? The fun that Eve
and Adam had – no, not before their so-called “fall” (which
largely was a bore): more after they adjusted to it. True, it took
adjustment – for example, when they sampled their first shame
at being naked – till the feints and coy come-hither’s with which
wearing clothes acquainted them outdistanced any joy
in unclothed life they could recall: they learned the arts of being

“bad;” to find the lust they felt, the guilt they had, delicious;
the swell of body parts pernicious underneath a soft thin cling
of covering, now woven only for allure: the hot complexities of sex –
the lure transgression was – to do what any lover does when he
or she can’t bear another disingenuous resistance – to tear away
the cloth, to end up tossed and bare upon the floor: to feel
the jealous sting that lovers bring to the unwieldy thing a zealous

passion is: that to adore the flesh is often to abhor it – and to shut
the door on peace of mind, yet open it to riches they had no idea
in Eden they could find – whose each fresh danger was the point –
was what anointed their new complicated lives – which flourished,
if unnervingly, in contemplation – nourished any sense that what
they’d once called “Soul” at last might know it could behold
the cosmos in the heart that it was part of, and be whole.


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