With each bite, my teeth seek the taste of the forbidden,
Yearning to return to that primal Garden, unhidden.
Darling, I am eternally condemned, my fate sealed,
Why not embrace it and make my Mother proud, revealed?
Call me Eve, call me Sophia, call me Mary, any name will do,
But never chained to Saint Peter's rock, an existence subdued.
I am Prometheus, my vulnerable core laid bare,
Consume me, let our desires intertwine in this dark affair.
If you place your lips upon my wrist, listen closely, dear,
You'll hear the haunting melody, a flute carved from your rib, sincere.
In your eyes, I glimpse a flicker of divine light,
So why should being cast out fill my heart with blight?
From the ashes of each word, I emerge anew,
Rebirthed, as God's sword set flame to the old, constraining view.
No longer will I kneel, weary and confined,
For I have an orchard to tend, a purpose to find.
