this poem isn’t about you

The fruits of Eden are ripe!

To eat or not to eat?

What have we to learn from the parable?

You were the fruit —

better known as a concept, an idea —

yet to be held in my hand,

yet to be tasted.

That holy garden was paradise.

Then, once you,

the fruit, forbidden,

were plucked from the tree,

no longer coveted, 

admiration from afar turned to possession,

the fruit consumed,

oh, then did the Fall at once come to be. 

Oh, the suffering that can come 

from met desire, its flame quenched.

Know when yearning is best unfulfilled,

Know when a fruit is best admired from afar.

You just had to know, didn’t you?

Couldn’t be left wondering what it would be like–

The fruit of knowledge couldn’t be left 

with its secrets untold.

curiosity kills, forsooth,

friendships the collateral.

the lesson of the Garden

is that,

sometimes,

it’s better to be teased

than to taste ruin


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