The invention of beauty was the origin of sin.

Appetite was a guarantee that we should concede.

So I’m surprised that you’re not the forbidden fruit to me.

For the sin of loving you doesn’t differ from greed.

For the sum of the world’s beauty is only mine to eat.

For the sum of the world’s beauty is only rich on your skin.

It’s either I’m a fortunate being or being a victim.

As the only man to behold this sublime appeal.

I frown when I hear the tale of Adam and Eve,

But I doubt I can wear Adam’s shoes with utmost ease.

For if the serpents’ words flowed slowly from your lips,

for hours, I would have devoured the entire forbidden tree.

Look both sides

and even steal some of its seeds.

So long as the birth of God is still in question,

you’re mother’s womb cannot hide from my suspicion.

Here’s the forbidden fruit my Asherah, let’s eat and enjoy,

and take it seeds to plant in our home.

For who shall forbid us in a garden of our own.