Lust
by
James B. Nicola
The
Word devoid of
ration,
the Moment sparked
with must
fired up by holy
passion:
you are already
lost
when he is half
your age,
she, married and
devout,
instructor at
college,
co-worker, student
. . . Hot.
Your
corporal spine,
so weak,
makes moral sense
stay strong.
Thank goodness
for the mind
that lets the
greeting pass:
Don't look Don't
Touch DON'T SPEAK!
But neither knows
how long
you'll last remaining
kind.
Tomorrow looms,
alas . . .
©
2009 by James
B. Nicola
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