Because we are human
We will always lust
over what we cannot have.
These gold rings are a trap
A “who’s going to take care of you
when I’m gone?”
No one, love.
Someone will
Snatch your guts out right from underneath your skin
and grin
as they tie them in knots.
Oh, so how I hate the flesh
Tasty sweet man meat human flesh.
Your flesh messing with my head again
And so it begins
Go ahead, commit a sin.
So it is only my mind that creates the trap
A “who’s going to hurt me
when you’re gone?”
Someone will
Someone always will.
12-28-1998