Eden

Every time it rained:

The moment where sunshine was denounced

In the name of the melodramatic dark sky

I visited the shadowy figure

Seated against the tallest oak

Buried Underneath the torn green umbrella

That was a natural feature of these aged woods

When I approached the figure, I chastened myself

For the menacing snore

But I continued to crawl in the mud and the undergrowth of the woods

Till I found myself seated close enough

To begin to feel the rapture

Of being cloaked in their shadow

The figure persistently ignored me

While I sat with my mouth agape

In shock over their darkened beauty

Somewhere in my mind, I recalled a few precious details about them

I made the figure resplendent and masculine

Then, I etched a sardonic smile and bedazzling eyes

All that was left was the hair to which I used my own

To offer the figure some resemblance of myself

Suddenly, the figure’s bodice became more voluptuous

As their breasts gained more density

Some other things completely vanished and

Left signs of a feminine anatomy in their trace

Yet the figure’s face was still remarkably steely

One could even say that it was still masculine

I approached the figure tentatively while

Contemplating whether to kiss them or not

In the human world, I would be smoldered by flames of ignorance

Then I would be expected to be incessantly burnt within

Some netherworld of the damned

To me, everyone who has ever loved virtuously and spiritually is there

Beseeching a curmudgeonly supreme being

For an ounce of true humanity

To love this figure irrevocably, I forswear abstractions of the human God

By bridging our souls, I rediscovered a new enigma

I felt connected to a new sense of God

One that was cloaked and abhorred by the world

But could be excised by the acceptance of the love that our heart bears

I overlooked the ambiguity of the shadowed figure’s self and kissed them

The façade of my wearied self sank away

Along with the chain of puritanical values

This kiss was neither bestial nor chaste

It was a kiss that cut deep to the spirit

Cradled in their arms

With all my insecurities vanishing

I felt my nihilistic self become forsaken

For once, I felt the gravity of my love for the grandeur of the world

Signaled by the rapid pacing of my heart and

The euphoria of feeling the authentic grace of the God

Too mysterious for the primeval senses