I am eve

I am eve

By Aparna Devalla

A smile reached through the din of the heart,

It touched the core,  it remained there,

Soothing the wounds, scars made by others

On my body. I am a whore.

I didn’t know this feeling of love,

I only knew the coming of the orgasm,

I knew that , for, the act would end

I would move to the next, job done.

He came like an angel in the garden of demons,

Guided by his smile and powered by kindness,

I always wonder, How did he find me?

Would I have missed him?

Did I snatch him from fate?

Was I longing for this and so he came?

He affected me, so deep, I wonder,

Would my life have been better without him?

I wonder at people, who say fornicate when in love.

When one comes,the other follows.

I have a different story to tell.

For me love is complete, love is enough.

No act will taint my love.

It belongs to my heart, unalloyed.

Its my  sanctum sanctorium,

How can I ever make it flawed?

All my other actions, go to oblivion.

I think of the treasure in my heart.

I bury myself in the only jewel.

An oasis in the desert.

I am not a paragon of virtue,

I am not immaculate,

Or flawless or pristine.

But I was always, a virgin of the heart.

Hymen of the heart, when torn,

Did not bleed or show.

It left a scent behind,

From the garden,  within

Copulation, never made me smile,

Intimacy of the heart, just turned it on,

When I sit alone, I smile to myself.

I am eve,

I live in my garden of eden.