the first sin was being a child. trying to navigate your body, mind and world. i found this fruit, eat it with me. eat with me because i want to share. eat with me because i love you.
bite down, feel the juice on your chin. understand in that mouthful that we are imperfect. that being made for each other means nothing when we can work for each other. what is coincidence or divinity compared to your hand in mine?
the first sin was understanding.
realising what you are capable of. seeing light bathing your lover's bare body and noting the shadow she casts as well. and loving the shadow all the same because it's in her shape.
the first sin was clumsy, unguided, intentional love. our meeting was out of our hands but now you are in mine. and i will hold you with all the control i have.