That Wasn't Heaven 2.14.96

I blamed the apple
that you gave me
for the hell that I was in
It was a meal, freely offered
and not a symbol of your sin
My garden needed tending
but I fiercely called it fine
the lean-to shelter sagging
from the weight of twisting vine
which in my blood encrusted dreams
became a black and hissing snake
who sang me evil songs
and told me I could take
your love for granted
but couldn't take you at your word
and soon the serpent's s'es
were all I ever heard
so I'll take us from this eden
to a place as dark as me
and say that wasn't heaven
just a nasty shady tree
there were monsters in there baby
I just couldn't let you see
so take this snake and hide it
where it just might let me be
take this snake and hide it
bite the apple just for me