The Fall of Man

[silhouetteofyou]

and so Adam looked at himself,
and then at Eve,
and then back at himself.
he knew exactly where he wanted to go,
but was frightfully unsure of how to get there.
how do i ... begin, he wondered?
for the Lord God, Creator of Clay and Water,
had done a wonderfully thorough job with the creating
but had divinely dropped the ball when it came to the explaining.
Eve, meanwhile, looked coyly down at the ground,
and waited impatiently for Adam to make a decision --
it was Man, after all, who would carry the weight
and the burden of the Unravelling.
and just then, like a candle flick-flickering back on,
Adam noticed Eve's soft bottom-lip quivering
and he thinked a think that would change
just about
everything.
as good a place as any, he figured.

fast forward several millennia,
and there is me,
sitting in the driver's seat of a parked car
with you at my side.
and i know exactly where it is i want us to go,
but i haven't got a clue as to how I could start
getting us there.
and you are studying your dirty-red converse sneakers
and waiting for me to make a decision,
any decision, and the CD-static that's playing
only serves as an excuse for us not to have to, you know,
talk and stuff. and just then, like something that was lost
floating back up from the bottom of a tub,
it hits me. or rather, the idea rises up within.
fuck it, says me, summoning Adam.
i lean in
and i understand, finally,
that nothing will ever be as human

as a kiss.