March 12, 2015

 

spring is in the air, the time when a young man’s fancy turns to …

and I, no longer young yet prone to fancy, contend the revelation

of what a man of God and married should not have come to mind

strange flesh strolls careless across my way, unaware my fight I fight

at their cause, regardless their intent (or lack) or their design (or lack)

and the promise of their pleasures, if only of my mind, still clamours

begs that I forsake my vow, condemn myself in their temporary bliss