when my compass always reads north
when my mind says "no," and my head says "where and when"
when my body quivers at the thought

these are the days handcuffs are needed
not for pleasure, but to keep me from getting in trouble
finding myself seeking pleasures of the flesh
instead of the pursuit of the mind

or perhaps a blindfold
so that only my mind can wander
and maybe finally fall asleep in wasted thought
drunk over the feelings so wanted

so when you see me, with that look in my eye
simply walk the other way
just don't let me see your toys

03/31/2006

Author's Note: *Archive - About as devilish as I get in my poetry.

Posted on 05/16/2007
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