Afterthought
With you I stopped thinking
about Adam and Eve
and their fig leaves.
With you I forgot
that I was a second thought
only told second-hand
of forbidden trees.
I’m slowly disremembering
being a temptress ever since
regretting the event of sinking
teeth into a few forgotten fruit.
Now I turn a blind eye
to dust I turned
into the thorns and thistles
that start to seem
fit for a king.