Eve

I remember the unchanging garden, the living apricot tree.
I remember thinking I am happy here
but nothing happens.
A wish, that’s all, it was nothing
but a wish, a voice moving
from my hands, making no requests, only
asking questions. Then the garden began
to decay, and disappeared
from our minds. We grew apart; the earth
made room for us.
I meant to touch more than just his soul,
but there was no intention in it,
as always in the beginning.
There was only desire, desire,
a hand out to dispel
or reach, feeling at once
the great distance of all things
and the pull of the world,
a voice asking
What do you want? What do you want?
How can anyone learn
to say I want?
How can anyone know
they have a body
until they feel naked?