Those who truly know you
say that you are the
essence of all solutions, —
that you are the answer itself.
So have mercy on my state as I
ask this question:
Why does lust taste sweet like honeycomb..?
Is it not vile to want some body
and reject their soul? — for it
would be a moving corpse
I seek and not the
life which breathes (your presence).

A composure is hard to sustain
if I stand on mountainous slopes.
How easy it is to tumble with
laughter, to immolate
myself in carelessness —
an avalanche of fire.
Goodness is the ultimate liberty, and yet
it feels like a punishment
I pursue; temptation rings bells of
reward, but the ringer hides a dagger
behind him.

O, Lord, bring clarity to my dark side, before
it betrays the lighter half.