Her

The mundane pulled me aside
And I drowned in silence;
The reasonable and rhetorical
Explained the non-beings:
Planning was in order
And tribulations
Were the order of things.

But: I could not stop thinking
How the moon was orbiting
The contours of her body;
The wine reaching my being
Embracing her with drops
Of tainted and desired sin

Succumbed to possibilities
I was in the wine
The wine in her
Quenching our thirst,
Satiating not.

Background conversations
Of Adam and Eve,
The latter was a perfection
Of all things and creatures
Created for God himself;

Adam was the abomination;
The son of God and Eve
Who seduced his mother
And committed the original sin.

The wine continued
And I intuited myself
In every pour of her skin
Dipped in red wine
Commemorating her creation.

The conversations drowned:
The black and white image
Consolidated herself in me,
The blouse dropped
And I died a sweet death.

The mundane never came back.