Eve Names the Kiss
by Gwen Hart
He sat upon the garden wall.
She had her fingers on his knees.
The smallest leaves began to fall.
A subtle difference in the breeze
Prompted the tiger and the hare
to linger there. Even the snake
slithered closer so to hear
what sound she'd make. They'd heard him speak
a thousand times, define the world
from bumblebee to elephant.
His syllables were muscled, bold.
But she, they felt was different.
The future trembled on her lips.
Her mouth was like an apple split,
two halves as supple as her hips.
And when she said the word, he bit.
What do you think?