Just entered the garden of eden
Fresh
Beautiful
And vibrant
Also unchallenging and eerily void of imperfection
Like spring buds innocent
Before petals wilt
Faced with disappointment in the seasons
Lips a deeper shade of scarlet than forbidden fruit itself
Sweeter than sinful apples dangling from the seductive tree
The measure incomparable
Anything outside this sanctuary irrelevant
Temptation beckoning soul with an invisible sultry finger
Indulgences vary
The magnetic pull remains the same
Why would a tree grow here if we were not meant to dine on it's tantalizing treasure?
It is a little ironic that I, being an atheist, would post a poem with this title
