Eve Was A Realist

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.