fullness inviting, so deeply sensual
tempting as the most lascivious sin
my mother warned me of
shall i deny desire of my eyes
and forbid a lingering gaze
at lips that have uttered
poetry to set the elements on fire?
should i look away demurely
and pretend i don’t crave a taste
to discover if they are as heavenly
as the angelfood-cake words you pen?
should i lie to myself and wait forever
for a kiss from the lips of love?