In that dark dark cellar is where
My sin is hidden--
A green filmy substance
Behind the loosened knob
That my hand dares not turn
For turning would be the key
To finding what really hides within
The soft squishy fattiness of
My mind
Fingers dare not probe
In that forbidden kingdom
Although a trip once I have taken there
Merrily waltzing toe to toe
Box stepping
Around a world so familiarly strange to me

I dare not dare not
Go through that cellar
Door
Although it calls me
Beckoning
Open
Persuading its hand onto
Mine tightening its grip
Over my wrist
And yet
Its charm remains as
Sand to me
Awash upon the
Oceans floor
Salty irritable and grainy
Yet fully ignorable

And although I keep it
Hidden
I love my sin
Partitioned but always
A part
Of me
Forever hidden
But always embraced
Forever loving my black dark sin.

06/29/2013

Posted on 06/29/2013
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