by Christos Polydorou

img_20161125_214805.jpgYou bit the fruit,
and offered it to me,
to take a bite.
I took a bite.

We left the garden together.
Free fell.
Nose-dived into oceans.
Swam in aquariums.

Centuries later,
they wonder about you,
Eve, if it was an evil
or good thing, picking the fruit.

I could have not said no
as I had never seen any fruit more colourful,
more bursting with juice, more desirable,
than the fruit you bit into

and offered it to me,
from the branches
of the tree of the knowledge
of good and evil.