i.

i wonder if eve’s fingers trembled
as did mine
as i waited for the receipt of my mistake
— blatant black and white sin
casting me out of the garden of peace of mind

ii.

i wonder how many times eve passed
that wondrous tree in the middle of the garden
did she try to avoid it? make efforts to ignore it?
or did she wish the waterfall’s water
was colder and harsher — like niagara
to wash away the impure thoughts she had of it
— even when lying with her husband

iii.

i wonder how sweet the first fruit of sin was.
when she bit into it, did it’s juice run down her hands and stain her skin
as it did her reputation
was she overcome with euphoria as she savored it
and pushed the idea of god out of her head?
but as sin’s time is so short and it’s repercussion everlasting
was temporary enjoyment worth being seated out of the garden?

iv.

here i am
snaking back and forth through the grass
contemplating the destruction you’d cause me at my own discretion
getting fucked and ending up being fucked royally
on bended knees before man
then before god
begging for forgiveness
with his spirit still within me

for a sin that probably wasn’t even worth it.

Labels: leslie nikole, poems, writing