he was my forbidden fruit.
(God, temptation can be so beautiful.)
i, his eve.
(just one bite, just one bite.)
sin too sweet to resist, lips as red as apples, and arms like home.
(don't search for a home in a reverie.)
and i call his arms "eden"
(because from them i am banished.)
but they resemble the tower of babel more.
(he is always reaching for immortality, he is always reaching.)
his heart is the separation of languages God produced as a result.
(i cannot understand it.)
he is not adam
(i was not forged from him or for him.)
and i am not an evangelist.
(i am uninspired.)
he was merely my forbidden fruit.
(the last i tasted of God's grace.)