desire

i was slicing an apple when the blade of the knife darted across my finger pad,
i watched it to see if it would bleed, slowly it did, and then more than expected,
it ached dully, like desire aches, like yearning aches,
and while i ate that fruit i thought about sin,
Original Sin, Forbidden Fruits, and what temptation is,
I thought about Eve, a rib, and Adam, dust,
and i thought about snakes that tease our minds.