Adam And Eve Poem by Charl JF Cilliers

Carelessly and unaware
beyond the senses of a stare
two figures walk through day and night
clothed in nothing but delight;

wander in and out of touch,
with love as little or as much
as every brief encounter finds
without the interlude of minds.

Then warm and sudden as the sun
(although she was the same as one
I knew a sunrise previously)
she stood so close and new to me:

later in loneliness I came
to her to tell her that I knew her name.