Intercourse: Adam and Eve

ADAM
The dust of the ground rises around us as we move and clench and thrash, and the Creator's vast dark face fades and the woman grows slick and the dust turns to mud, and in the distance to the west I hear the trees stirring from a sweet breeze, but here the air is still, save for our breath, we are a great wind now ourselves, the two of us, we are rushing across the face of the earth and all that we left behind was good, but behold, naked is good too and I named the animals one by one, the Creator brought them and I named them, and again I have some naming to do - of these parts of her I am seeing as if for the first time - but that will have to wait, I am a running river now and the names I already named will have to do: her two young fawns, her clam, her ass, which I ride.

EVE
I was happy but to tangle the holding parts and the walking parts and lie here quietly in the clean space he has made for us, but he is pawing and fondling and crying out and whimpering and perhaps that is good too, like when he took the apple from me, he was quiet then and he is boisterous now but it is the same: I offer and he takes, and I had nothing to give the Creator and all that He gave was for the man, and a shadow fell on the path and something was there and it came forth hissing prettily and he said You're not stupid and he was right and what he gave was sweet in me, but this man is not, he is flailing around and proud of his own little snake. ·