Eden

• Hai Xia Wang Pole, Grade 12
• Poetry
• 2015

You told me a thousand would die for my hand
But we could only ever count to two, numbers inconceivable
Like the tap tapping of xylophone ribs that made me
And beautiful like the God that kissed us to life
Because he made light for darkness,
Land for sea and me, for you
We weave our stories with fig leaves
And write our futures into the bark of oak trees
I hope they are love stories,
Despair is foreign feeling like the idea of bodies failing
Because surely, we are forever
My darling, you breathe spring air like the flowers in your lungs
Your skin is soft
Gentle hands like lapping water that kisses each rock in passing
You are the sun in all his glory
And I can’t shine without you