Poem: Seven Days

For seven days and seven nights
I was bound as a slave
Chained by your arms
While you created my world
In your image

From shapeless clay
You hardened my form
Under your artful hand
Attending to the most intimate
Of details 

In the bushes of your garden
Eden opened for me
You took your piece
Of me inside of you
Making new life

As we feasted on the knowledge
That we had gained there
I could feel paradise closing
Expelling me in my sin
To a world without your warmth

Wandering the earth alone
Still thinking of the delights
We shared in that sacred place
Where I whispered oh yes god
And came forth reborn

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