eve

by Linda M. Crate

you caught me in the teeth of
the stars, my hand singed
past punishment of those caught in
cookie jars; you stole the sun
star from my eyes and banished me
from your sight, I never enjoyed
the taste of star fruit flecking
against my tongue; anguish
washed over me in the dulcet hymns
of life that blinded me in their
brilliance — you destroyed our relationship
which was perfect simply for the
certainty that I’d never be immortal
like you were, like you are.