Saturday, 30 April 2011

the sweetest sin

sits there
it taunts me
giving in i'm aware-
its easy and its free

crying out my name
harmless it may seem
i wish i could tame
a glimpse of heaven, a dream

you are not a man
not a lover not a foe
you are not Paris, Iran,
nor Belize or Idaho

you are chocolate on my shelf
good for my heart, not for my health

1 comment:

  1. Flows very well. I like the second last stanza, especially the part about not a lover or a foe.

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