Eve

As I’m resting my head on his chest, breathing in his heartbeats,

I can feel their fast rhythm pulsing against his ribs.

And no wonder I lie here in peace, sleeping safely and soundly.

That’s the thing surely known — I’m a missing rib of his.

 

When the Lord was creating Earth, He took clay and sunlight,

Formed the most perfect man in the world, full of life to the brim,

And in order to make him stronger and make him prouder,

Took his rib, made a woman, and filled her with love for him.

 

Thousands of years have now passed, yet I see the signals

Of these long-gone days, when two people were born from one.

And I feel all this love placed in me with every heartbeat

As I lie on his chest, feeling that’s where my home is now.