Adam
Something was missing
from his anatomy. He searched
his body without knowing
what he was looking for,
what it would feel like,
how large it was.
His hands always landed
on his smooth stretch of belly.
That had to have been significant.
How lonely, to bear no mark
of being tethered to anything.
How relieved he felt,
seeing Eve, cheeks full of apple,
handing him an answer to consume.
How incomplete it felt,
being perfect.