The Bony Ribs of Adam

I left the bony ribs of Adam
for the fruit
of my own
personal desire

Its scent still heavy
upon my flesh
my absence still
thorn
to his side

But not how my belly
hollows and aches
     craving seed
     craving kisses
but outside the road hisses

and I find myself
packing girlishness
in an old leather bag

love stepping lightly
away from the door

Jewel Kilcher