• Like Adam reaching for the apple,
    I shouldn’t have been tempted by the forbidden fruit.
    Yet I sit with an empty plate,
    Waiting for the first serving.
    Serpent tells me what to do,
    Dare I use my proper head?
    I think with loins of burning desire,
    But my thirst quenches it like a glass of ice.
    Nothing is as pure as the first touch,
    Like caressing virgin snow.
    Like autumn leaves fall upon the ground,
    A lonely branch left behind.
    But as I gaze at the fruit,
    I look upon the mirror like eyes.
    And I feel the warmth of my blood,
    Pumping through their veins.