Eden

 Eden

Was it an apple?

Or maybe an exotic and

Long extinct fruit

How many seasons did the tree

Flower and fruit, fragrant

With the scent of life coming

How long did it take God

To invent sex, messy and glorious?

Did He regret the orgasm?

I don’t

Did God hassle with Satan 

Over the form of serpent?

Since there was at that time

No Queen of Heaven

Blame it on the woman

Only now can we openly admit

That the other genders

Lived in Eden too

This story lingers stubbornly

Truthful in its untruthfulness

Honest in its dishonesty

Wise in its silliness

Just needing a fresh coat of paint