So why is it

If Adam and Eve were created in God’s image

And they were the embodiment,

the most beautiful, evolved things

ever to roam paradise, the perfection of all of God’s earth

green and fragrant, satisfying to touch and tongue,

Did they,

Immediately upon discovering their nudity,

Feel shame?

Cancerous, punishing, corrosive shame?

Why didn’t they feel

Joy, awe, wonder, amazement, pride

At seeing their perfection

Their beauty,

The thrill of no better,

Their Holiness,

When they looked down

and saw the root of inspiration, desire, creativity

what it is to be human

in their flesh,

cradled between their legs?