I had been told she was the Wife, the Given One.
I tacitly embraced her much gossiped idealism and dreamed of her
blue eyes, the deep blue eyes of what they called a Gift. Yet to
her, from what I perceived, she was only the rib, penetrating the
flesh and longing for a duplication into Something Else.
Something Tasty. Eve had an insatiable heart; she was always
hungry for the unborn Adams with their unborn loves and poems
hiding in the shadows of the Park. Through her, the rib aimed
high, so high that the final goal could not be guessed by the
mind, only perceived by the senses. Eve had been born a lonely
woman and stayed like that since the Adam in her bed got so bored
of loving himself. Life at home was like dying of hope
suffocation, keeping the claustrophobic indoors and telling him
that you are out and doing fine.
The Fun Fair was the place where something was always happening,
a bird would sing, an ant would die, a leaf would fall young and
very green. Good things and bad things. Plus the Fun Fair's
keeper was speaking in rhymes and the power of his words- a
melody- kept on resounding in Eve's ears:
Looking for the Ultimate Satisfaction?
We have Forbidden Mellow Apple Biting at your discretion!
People presumed (and I see they still presume) that that was why
Eve had all those terrible bedtime worries she was continuously
complaining about.
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