FRUITS OF KNOWLEDGE

Such a simple taste,
and knowledge flowed,
beliefs and concepts
that had only been imagined before
formed fully
in instants.

A simple message
borne upon a simple text.
"I like you"
she wrote,
and immediately,
you knew,
what Prom would be like
how weekends would be spent
where cherries would be lost
and the fruit of all that knowledge
tasted sweet.

The joy was free
and glorious, iridescent
and short
since seconds later,
another text, only slightly longer
but so much heavier,
read "April Fools!"

And you knew,
that while Adam was so easily taken
with an apple,
it took even less
for you to be betrayed
by her Blackberry.