by Nelio Cuomo Costa

She gets into my cab with me.  It signifies she accepts me. 

 Her eyes draw me in, her body lets me stay.  I feel apart of her, swimming inside her skin, knowing what it’s like to be her.

 She’s on vacation from Israel.  Her English is almost non-existent.

 “I want dance party.”

Her teeth belong to a super-model.

 Her mocha skin reminds me that Jewish girls are from the Middle East.

 I’m completely hypnotized.  No amount of vocalization in the world could be appropriate in this moment.

 Her body snuggles close to mine, this is not normal for me.  I’m not the type of man to leave with a goddess like the one before me.

 Miami Beach is hot tonight and her tube top is stretched across two molds of flesh close enough to perfection to be sinful.

 At this moment, I am Adam and she is Eve.  Her eyes have designated me the son of man.

 My palm finds her flesh as our lips meet in my salvation.  I’ve closed the book tonight on a person who I once was.  I am reborn.

 I am Adam.  I am the son of man.  I am the son of Zion.

And in this universe,

She belongs to Me.