The Fool Who Strayed to the Garden
Was I the fool who strayed to the garden?
Searching for food and a place to rest
Who plucked the bitter fruit from where it beckoned
Calling me, tempting me from where I stood, vexed
And did I tear that pliant flesh?
With nectar dribbling off my chin
The pulp so savory, the juice so fresh
Condemned by Heaven to never be let in
(2012)
