just one more inch, that’s it—
that’s it, good, good, reach,
you have to really want it,
it’s been placed within your reach
and all you need is the desire.
it was placed within your reach,
so red and ripe, dripping,
crisp in the air of dawn,
as a joke, a sort of game
between nobody you’d know.
but it’s you who reaches it,
who draws a blade and snaps it,
who commits the first real murder,
the end of a life,
just because you couldn’t bear not to.
take the first bite,
and hear your wife plead with you,
and the snake hiss at your feet,
when your eyes close with satisfaction,
with sin, the first of its kind, irresistible—