season of temptation
tantalized with the forbidden
limitations force the hidden
at worst little more than a mind-fuck
creating obsession where thoughtlessness prevailed
frustration out of abundance
desire replacing the carefree
foibles exposed by preoccupation
freighted with shame
this is good?
season of seduction
enchanted by abundance
toy around the edges of the holy
enticed to consider others
at best faults are a reminder:
tempting me towards forgiveness
to fool around with fidelity
to eat at the table unworthily
to be allured by the divine temptress
to laugh and levitate relations
to lace with love; garnish with grace
this is good.
you know you wanna…
Written after reflecting on Larry Greenfield’s sermon last Sunday.
Really great! Write more poems. This reminds me of Doris Grumbach’s book: The Presence of Absence.