POETRY on {Lust}: Moralist

I lie naked beside a woman whom

your god does not permit me to love yet,

until He has had a better look at

us,

I suppose,

invited us to brunch

one Sunday in any of His many

Homes,

so I am a sinner,

a bad man.

Had I only met her on my return

journey from an infidel-infested

land,

some desert or godless barren coast,

fresh from my rapes and mutilations of

the whores of a new Babylon,

the ghost

of ancient impertinence reborn,

and

married my girl first,

avoided those joys

that are Satan’s,

I would be in the clear.

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