Just another Eve in reincarnation
subsisting in this sorry
life of stagnation.
A woman-
a possession of adoration,
seeking a perpetual elation.

At times,

divinity forsaken.
At times,
identity mistaken.
Reaching for the apple,
her morals are shaken,
and her insides churn
from the bite she has taken.
Within it all,
she finds relation
to her eternal struggle
of resisting temptation,
a persistent desire
to provoke sensations,
whether it be
of body or mind,
always searching
for knowledge divine.
Searching for relations
to keep in line,
but she feels so out of her time.
A traditionalist and
a revolutionary combined.
In which era
does she reside?
And is this left
for her to decide?
Within her sincere eyes,
blatantly seen is her demise.
The fall of man
attributed alone to her hand.
But upon closer observance,
one could truly blame the serpent.
Yet nobody heard it,
the sibilant temptation,
provoking intense
feelings of Eve's frustration.
A destruction of
a holy divination
all due to an adder's invitation.
A hushed and
whispered conversation
which yielded
humanity's damnation.
Yet here she is,
Eve born yet again
and again and again -
in this paradigm
that never ends.
And at its conception,
at the time it begins,
life is cursed
with women who
will always give in.