Eve:
Remember a season
of apples, the orchard
full of them, my apron
full of them? One day
We wandered from tree
to tree, sharing a basket
feeling the weight of apples
increase between us.
And how your muscles ripened
with all that lifting.
I felt them round and hard
under my teeth; white
and sweet the flesh
of men and apples.
Gabriel:
Namless in Eden,
the apple itself
was innocent - [...]