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We'd been admonished
by our parental Adams
and our maternal Eves
not to eat of trees
from foreign cultures
lest our lives be
doomed with a curse
and at first
we obeyed
and stayed
at bay
but eventually
there arose that day
when our desire
and our thirst for adventure
exploded
the warnings
and the teachings
eroded
and we stole
into the forbidden gardens.
She was conscious
because the tree was luxurious
and the fruit
as dark as soot
the fragrance
hypnotically entrancing
so she plucked one and ate
and the sweetness of the juice
was so great
that she took another
and another
until the taste
became addictive
and though her culture frowns
she bears witness
that the tree
is not the evil
as they claim
so she roams
the foreign gardens
with no shame.
He was curious
because he never understood
how the pretty white fruit
of the fancy neighborhoods
would make him sick
so he plucked one
and bit
the taste was delicious
no bitterness
just bliss
as he feasted
with a smile
on the branch where he sat
in his heart
he'd resolved
that he'd never go back
to the garden
of his culture
for he'd fallen in love
like a drug
he couldn't live
without its thrill.
As one
in the brilliance of the sun
they planted a new tree
together
so society could see
its merging beauty
his fruit
and her own
blended
she would nourish it
and he would defend it
to the death
and the root grew mighty
the garden was kept
it flourished
now it's highly
applauded
for society took a taste
yet there's those who still hate
to take a bite
so they fight
the desire that lies hidden
for that which they've deemed
forbidden.
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