G. C. Jeffers

This wind in my chest swirls
among the outcroppings
of my heart.

It scatters the gritty sandstone
among the few cactus
that still grow.

It carries the golden eagle
among the lingering
cloud wisps.

* * *

It is said that God breathed
and Adam began to live.
And was alone.

Until she kissed him
and Adam began to
Live.

The divine breath, so ethereal,
lacks the lusty wind
of woman.

And I, like Adam, should know.