Photo by Graham A Stephen (http://geotopoi.wordpress.com)
I hear you calling and I shut down.
You tug at my elbow.
Pretending not to feel you –
yet dying when you leave me alone.
Your words tempt me
as you snake your way into my brain.
I take the bite of that apple
with no remorse; no reclaim.
The angel taps me on my shoulder.
Boredom yawns in my face.
Why is it fun to break the halo –
to take a hard fall from grace?
Temptation squeezes me tight.
I moan from pain and pleasure.
New resolutions be damned.
Being bad is a twisted adventure.
*Inspired by the breaking of New Year’s resolutions