POEM: stepping over

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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
…it allures my eyes

If true Beauty would keep my gaze
Then even “alluring” would not amaze.

Thought I was finished
Yet, once again,
Tantalized by tasteless sin
Sometimes to surrender

Drains more strength
Than to fight, to stand,
Sometimes the meal
Leaves us more famished

It’s sweet to taste
…it allures my eyes

If true Beauty would keep my gaze
Then even alluring would not amaze.

This stirs the blood

But cannot last
The bill comes when the meal is past.