adam's rib

Atom and Eve

our bodies
in bed,

inchoate,
amorphous

the stretch of my rib cage
spilling into
the small of your back

our dna
combining
in the shed of skin

our cellular fingerprint
left on the twill of cotton

our protons,
protean, kinetic
despite the stillness of our sleep

an atom bond
originated in the repose
before the Big Bang

as close as we will ever be
to Heaven,
until we return,
nebulous,
to the stars above this bedroom