I awoke this morning at the gates of Eden
and licked sweet juice from supple lips.
My back burned hot from the angel’s flames,
and I ran my hands over fur-clothed hips.

I was Eve, in all her glory,
newly formed and breathing.
I had been banned from my home,
but my heart was steady beating.

Adam ran fingers through my hair
and kissed the palm of my hand.
I leaned my face close to his,
touched his chest, my native land.

Heather Truett is a hill born Kentucky girl living down south in Mississippi. Her credits include: The Mom Egg, Vine Leaves Literary, Tipton Poetry Journal, Drunk Monkeys, Forge, Panoply Zine, and the Young Adult Review Network. She is represented by Amy Tipton of Signature Literary.