Merry Christmas, Eve

I once sat by a tree that burst with fruit
but I lost the path and am now far away
did I imagine the tree and the fruit's taste?
Perhaps. Perhaps. So now I pray
that somehow we could find a way there
a way back to the tree, to the fruit
this time I would not take but wait
I would sit and grow by the root
I wish I could return, I wish
that there was a way to change
to rewind, to do over, to give
these blood bought skins in exchange.
That foul snake I believed like a fool
if instead we received he could be felled.
One day long after a woman came to me
with a smile, because her belly swelled.