Indirectly inspired by Genesis, Phillip Pullman's "His Dark Materials", and, I suppose, every person who's made me fall. Thank you, I think.

The Fall

The fall was not the bite of the apple, juicy, firm, and crisp.
The fall was woman reaching out her hand, extending
The fall was man seeing and receiving, fingers touching
the briefest brush against skin, that casual contact
the tiny hairs which stood up, the full awareness, realization:
"This is how I want to live."