eaten the apple

There was never a thick peel, 
no soft insides, only a moist solid
under red skin.
Eve ate the apple,
you argue, assigning me  the weight
of the supple fruit in question.  

I ingested a contract, a cheap blame
for the polarized pull of a males sexuality and
my own fertility paired 
with  the acrid pains of childbirth
to avoid living in the dollhouse of  that garden globe.

I will speak of my last gaze 
upon Babylon,
my home where I am the salt
where I raised each child
and strolled through the busy markets to feed
their mouths
all the time scrubbing cloth and my sinful sheets 
clean in the laundry pools,

I rode onward on horseback
stark naked
 purely political
through the hungry overtaxed
villages made silent

I rubbed out the colonies of knots
from Sampsons wiry back
tasted his sweet sweat and with bright eyes
took a bitter blade to his hair,
remember the
strength in proximity

if so 
I tore through France
speaking burning words
directed from God, leading an army 
onward

I have made every mans blood boil over
purely with lusty confusion

Heaving alone,
I gave birth to everyone
except myself