In the beginning, there was an end
And the end was in the past
And the past was a memory

And I held your hand
And looked into your eyes
And I said it was good
And everything was beautiful
In the beginning

In the beginning
The fruit was forbidden
The garden of the hidden was heaven
And I had not met him yet
And you were with me
And though I walked
Through the vales of temptation
I feared no evil
For you were with me
In the beginning

In the beginning
Your laughter rang true
And death had not touched you
With her long talons
The color a whore’s lips
She had not caressed you
With deceit and the forbidden fruit
You did not know her
In the beginning

In the beginning
There was a past
Carefully concealed
Shrouded in darkness
Secrecy of a forgotten perfume
That was in the past
And we danced
To the drumming of our hearts
In the beginning

In the beginning
I had not met him yet
I had not seen that twinkle
In his eyes when he laughed
I had not contemplated
The forbidden fruit
I had never even dreamt
Of the joy of biting into it
The bitter-sweet taste of its juice
Running into my mouth
Down my throat
Into my tummy
In the beginning

In the beginning
We were alive and free
Alive and free
And now…
Now we are dead and enslaved
In lies, in mistrust and resentment
In the beginning
There was an end
And this is THE END.

© Pauline Muindi