The air supports life. br The canopy of leaves keeps my skin ivory. br I am exposed and I am free. br The sun rises and falls and all I have ever seen br is the masterpiece of life that I am the mother of. br I sleep in peace. br I am never alone. br My bed is woven from soft vines. br No thorns or blemishes exist in my world. br I feel heat from the sun and I bathe in cool mist br from falling water. br My feet splash the water and moss goes through my toes. br I am alive and not alone. br My skin is sweet; br my hair is long and soft. br I do not hunger nor do I thirst. br I am full; always full. br Something slithers up my thigh and between my breasts. br A tongue tickles my neck and then the most beautiful golden fruit drops at my soft feet. br I take it like a wild animal and it is left to a few seeds. br The clouds roll in cold. br My soft feet crack br and I am alone with a scaled creature br hissing and as it goes I feel pain. br I know I am dead inside for I made sin come and be real. br I am Eve.