Sin
           by Sarah Elizabeth Hume



    My eyes had made a memory of you
    long before that first hint of flesh.
    And I delved deeply down 
    to where the sun does not forage
    to grasp that taste of sultry sweetness
    nestled in every tiny dimple,
    every dark freckle.
    
    It was there that I found the essence of mortal sin
    locked away to be discovered.
    Now I know of the dirt clothed beneath the leaves
    of Adam and Eve,
    and I long to bathe in it.