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Eve

Every time
I get to the bit
where the serpent
                                                                     sidles up to Eve
telling the most blatant lie 

I always think
    This time she won't fall for it
    not this time
    not our Eve

and every time
I get to the bit
where she takes the fruit
(turning it lovingly in her artless fingers,
stomach hollow with desire) 

I always think
    DON'T DO IT
    surely this time she won't do it

but she does
every time, damn it
she does