When I tasted the forbidden fruit, and found it clear and clean and tasting of some unknown wine, my head swam in the pleasure, and the world swirled around me; but when the circle was done and the seed spat out, to nurture in the fertile ground, I hung limp and ashamed and bent to cover my nakedness.
When I tasted the forbidden fruit, after asking myself why it was forbidden, its fullness and ripeness filled me as I drank in the pleasure, while my heart pounded and throbbed unfamiliar; but when the circle was gone and the hot seed cooled and dried, to sprout or rot in my soil, I felt the pain of my pleasure and crouched to hide my nakedness.
When I tasted the forbidden fruit, I understood why it was forbidden, yet in the swirl all responsibility melted, my duties of worship set aside, and I loved the lesser god; that circled around the greater, and swallowed her whole in forgetfulness but after I was drained, and reason sought return, I then noticed my nakedness.
When I tasted the forbidden fruit, I knew that I was no longer a child, that something in it changed me, and innocence was no longer an excuse because I saw the change and took it, instead of running out of the circle; and despite the pleasure and the pain, despite the right and the wrong, I knew all that had occurred and yet sought to cover my nakedness.
When I tasted the forbidden fruit, and I knew the greater god had seen, I hid and I took her with me, and when the greater god questioned I placed the blame on her; because in her was the circle, and I could only orbit, and hope our paths would cross, and allow me to taste the fruit and then rush to cover my nakedness.
When I tasted the forbidden fruit, what I had known of good and evil was only what I had been told, and then what was once said evil was shown not to be until he circled me in guilt; and I could understand the jealousy, and understand the pointed finger, but I could not understand my shame as I noticed my nakedness.
When I tasted the forbidden fruit, and grasped and grappled with the serpent, and turned my words from black to white, my thoughts convinced me of the evil, and I sought to separate myself from her, from the circle and its consequence; in me the world began its decay, from me all evil has sprung, even so I pushed the sin away on her, and stooped to cover my nakedness.