Hymnal

Sockless in my shoes when
you led me out by my
tongue. You pulled so hard…

sat me down on the patio
by orchids and a bush. 
Bees landed on your nose
and you didn’t bat an eye. 

You took my hands, tied my fingers
into knots, kissed me all the while 
I couldn’t close my eyes. Hummingbirds trilled,

floating by in the tulips. Auburn in your eyes—
showed me the weight of my skin, drew the air
to outline me. Your hand cut through to your hair,

pushed it from your face,
and I couldn’t thank you for it.
Your teeth petals in the breeze, Eden on your lips, good for the Earth:

and I could only ask—why did G-d
make Adam before you?