Fire sheltering the skin of the apple pierced my ivory skin,
Contaminating me as it exceeded the threshold of my innocence.
The juices permeating my tongue seemed to confess information I'd never felt before,
Blistering the delicate flesh that once was present.
Knowledge introduced to my body longed to share space within my arteries,
Space where my florid blood once flowed.

Looking down, I yearned for more.
But the world that once rested on the highlights of the apple had perished.
Morsels I had taken had turned the blonde core to brown,
Obscurity converging on the flesh where wine skin once lay.
Until the globe my hands had encompassed was no longer.
What was left? A reflection of man himself;

"Behold, the man has become like one of us in knowing good and evil."