Temptation

Temptation

I think I hear you calling.
I would tune into that channel
that the desperate have on pre-set.
When I need a special comfort,
we create a real connection.
A strong link that can’t be broken.
You would join me in that union.
Join my member to a demon.

No way to prove that who I hear
is really you and isn’t me.
All a matter of perception.
What you prefer: insanity
induced by loneliness or frenzy?
Or rather, boredom on the one hand, and terror on the other?

This dilemma has long cow horns,
that move dangerously when he shakes his head.
Would poke your eyes out with the sharpened tips.
The right or left, when you go shooting,
you might miss it. Then again
you do well to hold the reins,
but hold them loosely for the shaking and the poking
should remain minimally unhindered.

That massive beast, the universe,
will have its way. Your reins are but a flimsy handle
made of a substance, the viscosity of which
is assayed to ascertain fertility.

The moment’s ripe, so seize it.
You may offend. Can you achieve
while still avoiding gross offense?
The audacious never ask permission.
Lust after the unpardonable sin.
Don’t think of a snake.
See, you disobeyed me!
Every passion, just as he did,
you would know them, too, but much more deeply.

Temptation, not to be avoided, but indulged.