#a study

When your wife offers up a gift, you take it—even if it’s a knife straight through your chest, sinking into your tenderest flesh. Let her hold your jaw gently, as she gives you her sweet poison. Let her fingertips trace the imperfections of your jaw and tangle in your hair as you take the first bite. Let her hold you to her chest and suck on the juice from this fatal fruit. Feel it drip down your lips, and then allow her to pull you into a sweet, tempting kiss. Let her whisper that it’s okay. That you’ve done nothing wrong, even though you’re now trying to push down an overflowing sense of shame that you didn’t know you could ever even feel. Let her beg her to tell you this, just like the serpent did for her, when she took the first bite. You have the knowledge of good and evil now, but all you can find yourself caring about is right here, with her. Your love.  And this is good.