Sin and the apple

I don’t believe in sin

It’s only an apple really

Edible and erotic

Like that slow moving thing

Crept upon me

Became me

And soon all i wanted

Was apples

Until i left it all

The garden, the tree

The snake

Myself

I knew i was alone

When i could not walk

In the cool of the evening

Bereft of trees

Is bereft of more