I am the First Eve.

The tangible sky moves
like frozen sea water,
slow fog floating above wintered earth
like waves of black water.

Close your eyes and you will know
exactly what I mean
when I say
Death is a pleasure
unknown by
so many.

The dark morning sky
moves with
a promise of future,
sunlight and warmth.

Yet, as you well know,
I try to
avoid the light.