Carnal Sin

Made a decision.

I made it for me.

I don't need judgment.

I don't even need a thumbs up.

All I need is for those who may see

to keep their negative comments to themselves.

Our time here is fairly brief.

No one knows when their world will cease to turn.

So while I'm here, my body is my temple.

I can decorate it as I please.

I can deny this game

and make believe that Disney fairy tales

apply to me

I can dodge the punches

and jump over puddles

go around the lake and

take the long way

when jumping in would have been faster

just a little messier, but nonetheless refreshing

I may do my part

and turn the cheek

I bite hard on my tongue

and keep these bitter sweet words

from escaping my lips.

The order of things cannot be denied

Rebellious are now redefined.

Bad may good

Good may be overrated.

This temple needs a little

interior designing.

I don't fear exposure

I welcome nudity

Some times the "wrong" attention

can be the right thing.

I can feel it running through my vain

I can feel it inch by inch

against my flesh

Like cold water running down my back

through my shirt and down my navel.

Sweet liquid of success

of excessive thoughts

turning into carnal sin.

I'm letting it season my flesh

until this desire boils over

and I am the Epiphany of that dream.