She is sunsets and Her laugh is waves
crashing on the beaches you bake your skin on
you layer the sunscreen and tell yourself that She is worth the sunburn.

Her eyes are embers and they smolder, smolder, smolder
there is a hole in your jugular that She has burned right through
She is beauty (roses, blankets, eating food with Her hands),
She is light (candles, thumb­lit match sticks, teeth: carved marble).

She is love.
you can feel Her in your chest
and Her temple worships
that God is a gender-neutral term.
you water the apple tree in her chest,
blooming,
but fruitless.

this time,
only adam
feasting
from her tree of temptation.