Looking at you now, I am sure that I have seen those eyes before.
That in some other life I have pressed my lips to yours,
or felt your breath against my neck,
just as I do now.
I think that maybe we were the first people on earth.
You are alive straight from the clay,
a gift from God, perfect in his likeness.
I am your rib, bone of your bones,
fashioned from a part of you.
I want to be reclaimed, taken back into your body and kept there.
To feel your heart beating and beating and beating
and know that there is nothing more to life than this.
I fear your corruption,
that you will learn that I am naked and see me for all that I am.
My soul laid bare.
