The enveloping swell,
the rapture encompass,
I feel such but inside me
I turn I do confront this.
***
All my passions turn cold
and I think of children of
mothers and fathers who
raised women with love.
***
All beauty captivates my
eyes see curves and hair;
soft skin, petite faces, eyes
I look in remove despair.
***
Deeper past eyes I view,
my adolescence is through.
I’ve gray hair and tattoos
that are old, wrinkle I do.
***
I a man was raised by rod,
my father’s words my God.
I through a day do to trod
to tell myself I am not odd.
***
But I am and I see an illicit
world that can’t resist it,
the carnal lust it’s implicit
but in such I will never fit.
