Oh I think Eve knew exactly what she was doing.
When invited by a serpentine mistress
of the art of death and rebirth,
by the irresistible force of life
to richly partake of a fruit of fertility
from the tree of everything.
I imagine Eve jumped at the chance.
Life in the garden was doubtlessly pleasant.
Days well ordered,
and nights? Well, quiet.
But the rogue strand of riotousness
in Eve’s spiralling DNA
wouldn’t have it that way for long.
Oh poor Adam, asleep and unsuspecting!
One for a quiet life, he.
Dragged into wakefulness,
never to sleep again.
Never in quite the same way.
Oh the glorious Dance that unloosed
from one tender bite,
from one moment!
art Nik Helbig