This poem was born out of a conversation I had with a friend, and a picture I have currently as the background of my computer. It takes from my feeling as I look at this image and the concept of Biblical "original sin." I'm not an extremely religious person and I mean no offense through this poem, so please no flames.

Original Sin

You—the apple of my eye.

I see you there with your coy Mona Lisa smile.

You're so full of mystery, yet so predictable.

I see the hands of your clock strumming away at the strings of my heart.

You—the fruit of my desire.

I hear the chords of your voice so melodic in my ear.

You have a way of making me swoon, yet you remain motionless.

You tempt me, but would you satiate my desires?

You—the forbidden fruit of my naivety.