White of her toes caught bright in the sun as rest of Anna remained in shade under cover of porch awn. Full blue of sky, drying southern wind fanned loose of her hair in blow to her face.
Across in lawn, in full of day, he smiled on her in rest as he tended to the garden. Tie of her terra cotta in cover and wear, she was beautiful in cover. She was beautiful in show, serene in peace of their love made home nestled amongst the trees.
He wanted her indoors, in home’s further cool and shade, her terra cotta cover loosened and the full of her brought bare; to love her in the cool of shade, wind’s blow through open of windows and door’s frame as Adam and Even in Eden—naked and unashamed, in love—before knowledge and the fall.
He gathered from the garden and brought to her in offering and gift of love; peace in her eyes, countenance, and soul: in Eden once again.
Scent of her breath, taste of her kiss—sweet of God-gifted fruit; hands’ cradle to breasts, swelling in fill, in way both wanted still: to love in the shade, love in the cool before hearth and heart of home—one in body, one in spirit, one in living love-made soul.