She held the sky in her hand
to unveil the first morning
blue and trembling
like love before its name.

He tried to catch a glimpse of her,
to unveil a closeness near
soft and golden
like warmth before it learns to appear.

Orchards of fruits obscured the gaze
leaves hung like listening skin
So, desire plucked them
like want before it learns to begin.

Peaches began to shimmer and fall,
she held them in her arms
and he held her
like longing before it learns its harm.

They took the bite together
sweet and spilling.
Almost burning
like a kiss before the soul goes still.

This is how the first love story ran
And the world didn’t end, it began.