in our moment of conversation
there was a comparison made
between me and eve

not beautiful and simple
not free and new
not alive and unique
not strong and brilliant

rather
the one who doubted and thwarted
who denied and lost
who disgraced and abolished
who was naked and ashamed

i'm sorry that you see me this way
oh you who i love so dearly

my desire is for hope
that perhaps love will one day be enough
beyond adams and eves and trees and snakes
beyond stories and antidotes and metaphors
that maybe you will see me and you as something more
something worth truly loving