The apple was never forbidden, It was just out of reach. The fruit so long hidden, Its nectar sticky and sweet. A scripture written To punish Eve For a sin that brought civilizations Down to their knees. The world’s population Succumbing To Eve’s unbecoming, Sinful silence of creation. Skin on skin, dark revelation, Fingers dipped slowly In glasses of wine, Pensive *******. Bottles emptied overnight. The world’s grandest design, To make poison out of fruit. In church, we wept For the sins we kept. Prolonged punishment, Sacrificial liberty, lightless beacons, Cages in the garden of Eden.