Adam and Eve poem

I haven't written a poem in about 5 years. Back then, I wrote this wonderful love poem, but it failed miserably. The following is my Adam and Eve Poem.

Our 1st steps

In the first step expectations arise
and we realize our limitations,
the fear of falling
into the parable
of 1 and 2
when he gave her his ribbing,
and they both laughed as they crossed
beyond hope and boundaries,
loosening the boot straps that held them fixed,
the same straps we want to be pulled up by;
it's the same malingering story as before,
that parable about the first step
that first decision
which forced us all into the shit.
What's on your souls then
is the result of the one
that sheds his skin
from the same source of us all,
but whose fault is it?
can all the blame rest on 1 and 2?
And besides, isn't it all a miracle?
To move someone
even a moment in any direction
is the same as moving one 10,000 miles,
and isn't it all from the same source?