I feigned ignorance (until that first touch)
But mercifully my spell in Eden was brief;
I tumbled from the garden bruised, but ever-grateful
that we can’t unknow what we know
Surely we’ve all bitten into the apple a little too eagerly at times,
intent on proving our innocence?
Eve was a realist
She knew it was time to blow the whistle
on all Adam’s fig-leaf cover ups
And like all good messengers, she got shot
In the silence, I hear her whisper:
Tree or no tree, you already know how naked you are
So stop pretending otherwise.