what was it god intended
when he took the inspiration
of angels
ran his fingers over the clay
and sculpted the delicate shape
of a woman

surely it was the devil
he meant to make
with the temptations
he carved into curves
and skin and bright emerald eyes

what heaven besides his own
did he search for
in the creation of long soft hair
and gorgeous lips

what love he must have known
lie in the embrace,
the closeness in the touch
only in the arms
of the delicate shape
of a woman