Eve

This poem is about Eve from Adam and Eve.

How could I resist the outstretched hand
of the tree branch?
It generously presented me with a chance.

The fruit looked so delightful.

The shimmering skin of the red…
It's not wrong, I'm rightful.
So I go ahead.

The flesh was inviting.
Exciting.
It was tender and soft.
(at what cost?)

(The bitter feeling with each swallow).
I felt a little hollow).

The joy with each bite
It was so delicious, how could I fight?

A newness ran through my body.
An oddity.

(A sin?)

Every-time guilt sept through,
I took a bite again.

I'm not wrong.
It's not bad
It's the best thing…
I've ever had.

It tasted so good,
I needed to share.
Where Adam stood,
I realized he was bare…

We needed something to wear.