Two Trees

They eat the fruit, but what do they eat?
We lift the veil, for a wary peak.
Through a forest of mystery hiding it all,
We see a body, naked and weak.

This BODY is the garden in whose center grow,
The two famous trees, but never a weevil.
Here is the tree of life and the one,
Of knowledge of good and knowledge of evil.

Because the two trees are right next to each other,
Care must be taken to avoid the one bad.
For the fruit of both trees is pleasure,
So the pleasure is there to be had.

To be fruitful and multiply, eat from the first.
But eat from the second and no one conceives.
So here we go now:  one, two, three--
Pleasure, shame, fig tree leaves.