POEM: stepping over
I'm playing with format in this one. You have to click on the post to see it. Some things may pull And thrill and chill and kill They look so good, so harmless Maybe just a taste Yes, that hit the spot Wait… It leaves an aftertaste Retreating back, I Am safe once again What was I thinking? Never again… What’s that? Here’s a table full of “She does look lovely in that,” “I do need this to be pleased…” “Why yes, in fact, I don’t mind If I do…” How’d I get back to Where I swore I’d never stray again? “I should give vent to anger Why not sip at hate?” Stupid, you’ll never Never never never Never. Never…. I had to get back here (I’m hard on myself there) Where was I? We sing Be careful Little eyes what you see But we hate our chains so we Hold out for what allures Ignoring Beauty. But why lash yourself With Guilt’s twisted whip? Is pain the price to keep heart sound? Are feet sore on solid ground? It’s sweet to taste ...