21 So the Lord God caused the man to fall into a deep sleep; and while he was sleeping, he took one of the man’s ribs and then closed up the place with flesh. 22 Then the Lord God made a woman from the rib he had taken out of the man, and he brought her to the man.  23 The man said,
“This is now bone of my bones
and flesh of my flesh;
     she shall be called ‘woman,’
      for she was taken out of man.”
24 That is why a man leaves his father and mother and is united to his wife, and they become one flesh.
Genesis 2:21-24

I just finished reading a book titled Havah by Tosca Lee and I loved it.  It’s the story of Adam and Eve written from the first person point of view of Eve.  It’s well written and makes you think of all the emotions that the two would have experienced after having lived in the Garden of Eden and then having been cast out.  I started writing poems from Eve’s perspective long before Valentine’s Day.  Unfortunately, since we’ve been on the road I wasn’t able to post it on time.

The combination of Valentine’s Day approaching along with my reading the novel, I couldn’t focus on anything other than how Eve must have looked to Adam when he first met her.  Here is a man who has never before set eyes on a woman until her.  God made her first and she was perfect.  What was going on in his mind?  I bought a book called, “Word on the Street” written by Rob Lacy that is the Bible rewritten in a street-type language.  I wish I could quote it right now, but I don’t have it with me.  I laugh when I think about how he described Adam’s reaction to Eve because it was something like, “Oh wow! You’re fine.”  While I don’t think Adam was unhappy in the Garden before Eve, I bet that after she was created he realized that life had gotten better and was that much more thankful to God.

But how lovely it must have been for Eve at that moment.  To learn that she was the first woman of her kind made.  She was perfectly feminine.  She couldn’t be compared to anyone else.  I’m sure that Adam couldn’t take his eyes off her.  I don’t typically believe in the cliche “love at first sight”, but I think in their case there was an exception.  I hope that in some small ways my husband is able to look at me the way Adam must have looked at Eve.

He beholds me
with eyes recognizing in me,
pieces of him.
He beholds me
with eyes pondering how
Our Maker has awed him once again.

He glances at me
with eyes continuously
memorizing what he’s seen before.
He glances at me
with eyes pleasuring
repeatedly coming back for more.

He stares at me
with eyes unblinking
my body drawing him in.
He stares at me
with eyes hungering
for my taste on his lips again.

He sees into me
with eyes reading
my thoughts not yet spoken.
He sees into me
with eyes promising
a future of unyielding devotion.

He sees through me
with eyes reflecting
the passion in my heart.
He sees through me
with eyes burning
a love as infinite as the stars.