Gleaming white meringue,
What made me buy it?
It's not part of my diet,
I'm inclined to bite it,
But I'm trying to fight it!

My conscience's view of it:-
Sugary,
Sticky,
Synthetic,
Sickly.

My stomach's view of it:-
Scrumptious,
Salivatating,
Seductive,
Sensepulsing.

Actuall­y:-
It's Inanimate,
It's Inconsequential,
It's Inanity
Is Innate.

In ...
Ate ...
Too ...
Late ...

We had *** yesterday.
Reminded me of the cover
Of a Harlequin Romance.
You, the school librarian in the foreground,
Hair up, glasses on a chain, reading.
Me, the Principal in the background,
Just entering your workroom door.
But, back to reality.
The breeze flipped the curtain corner
Along your bronzed leg, and you looked up and smiled.
Was it something you read, the thought in my head,
Or the breath of joy passing by?
Out through the screen, now open in Spring,
To bring the irises to move and radiate.
A breeze that ruffled and teased.
You directed your eyes, bent to your book,
Pleasured and pleased as me
The lace tail fell back to the sill.
Your leg never moved.

There--by the cobble, the Serpent lies
Split was His tongue, black were His eyes.
Making His advance, I should have denied
But the words He spake were clever and wise.
He whispered to me, "Why do ye toil and cry
Serving a Being Who commands on High?
Does ye know, this Being, He is not nigh?
And all His decrees-- so capricious and wry!
For, you are hungry; eat! You will not die.
This is the sustenance to keep thee spry."
Reason spake within me, "Shan't I water that which is dry?
"The tree giveth fruit, shan't it be mine?"
With Reason, I plucked the fruit and gave it a try.
And Sudden-ly, I felt the Breath come on by
Thy Heavenly Father breathed the eternal sigh
For another child lost to the temptation as old as time.

There--by the cobble, the Serpent Lies.

I get so distracted with your soft lips
The heart-like shape it forms when you slightly pout―
How sinfully tempting

I wonder how it would feel like
To have it pressed against mine
And taste the sweetness it has to offer
While our bodies are intertwined

Whoop, wow, careful now
Don't slip don't fall
Don't break into a misty skip
While dull as ditchwater sirens call

Keep your balance, toe the cord
You have stolen someone's sorrow,
Safety nets long rotted away
From expecting gone what's here tomorrow

But think with what grace you have left
And don your jester cap once more
What spasmic leaps you made, what fun
You got to see while on the saw

Up and down and Romeo
You capsuled dose of fun, you joy
Stop leaping over fields of mould
Stop making endurance your toy

I'll crack the whip and flair your shackles,
Shiver, shake, for soon you'll see
A spirit of pain has blown through with the wind,
But pass it shall, as easily

Tempting,
to test your luck, to push
the boundaries until they
break and let loose like
floodgates.

It may destroy a lot, but it sure as hell changes the landscape.

Besides,
there is a sort of sick beauty
in watching something
come apart, something
terrible and mesmerizing
about destruction.  

See, there are some parts of god I understand.

And you,
always you with the other
answers, about love and
mercy and all that rot.

Together we sing the pieces, you said.

It's all we can do.
It's all we know.