FIRST MAN AND HOTWIFE

It all began.

Forbidden.

Deceit,

came first,

Withholding,

broken ground.

Denouncing saving.

If,

all tailspins into nothing,

All rises again

as

conversation.

Convincingly answering

the unquestionably

first

fruits.

Hell,

refusing to dry.

What will,

the body,

makes deeper.

Who could stand

correctly?

Unbothered,

by the new roots.

Who could speak

in the tongues?

Mothering

atonement

with its abandonment.

No one,

absolutely no one,

saw the creation

of the new moon

coming.

Leaving

...

no response.

Only

the departure

felt right.