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Kissing God

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Kissing God Good-bye

Just like a male
to take all the credit.
He wanted light. Tired of all the
smoggy wet darkness rolling like
smoke from a fat cigar.
“Let there be light,” he said.

She said, “Good gracious! Put some color
in there is it’s gonna be so bright.”
“Okay, dear, Sunrise, coming right up.”
“Oh, can’t you do anything right?”
she complained. “Don’t you know
you got to have a gorgeous silver sea
to reflect all them colors and clouds
floating across, so the Angels
have something worth singing about?:

Later he wanted to keep going,
mountains and rocks. “Don’t forget
the streams,” she called out from the
kitchen where she was already concocting
recipes for using those nuts and berries
and plants she had told him they
would be needing soon.

“What for?” he seemed surprised.
“My goodness, don’t you know?
For such a smart guy, you sure
are behind.”

He grinned. “Don’t insult me
while I’m carrying thunderbolts.”
But by then, they were having too
much fun to fight.

She touched his third eye and
suddenly he got it. Had to
wipe away a tear.
How beautiful! What an honor!
Let’s get to work!

Hand in hand, they sculpted
the pieces into form.
Both fell in love, breathed in the
innocence, the rapture. Were
enraptured. the world took on
new meaning.

“What shall we call them?” he mumbled.
He was almost speechless at that point
for someone who liked to give orders.
“Adam”, she breathed softly
like a lullaby. “Eve.”

“You do have some uncanny ideas,”
God complimented her, putting his arm
around her. “Give me a kiss, honey.”

“Look at that!” she exclaimed
pointing. Their little hearts were
shining, just like stars. God, however,
didn’t know she had supplied Eve
with a secret weapon. Just in case.