By Kevin Alan Lamb
Is it either Heaven or Hell?
Don’t spend more than a moment counting on a wishing well
Perhaps you have fallen under Satan’s spell
You are not the first
But imagine if you could be the last?
Consider if men learned from their past
Resisted the temptress despite how good she looked in the red dress
Seal your fate for the delight of a mortalizing caress
Could a man deny it even at his best?
Why such a demand for the distinction between the organs down below and in our chest?
Too many susceptible to the temptation of lust at its most perfect sight
To trade an eternity for a life-defining-night
How do we attempt rationality when Satan’s mistress Aphrodite offers you a bite?
The notion of being no better than our worst moments sends one into a quarrelsome plight
To be good most of the time in a state of nature would be pretty alright
But that is not the world we live in
And nine times out of ten we give in
No matter the detriment to our well-being and richness of the soul
With but a single opening we abandon our every goal
Self preservation always comes second to a woman’s touch
It is only my short sidedness and desperation that can manifest within me blush
From lover to friend—a transition that insists our hearts and minds bend
Why not abstain?
Darwin’s theory lends to releasing the pheromones embedded in her scent and name
What is it I wish to hold onto?
Certainly my answers do not lie with you
There are far more deserving of my good intentions brought about a sky blue
Why must we sink or swim?
Refrain—or fill to the brim?
Our indulgences shed light on the people we hope and hate to be
Perhaps that is why Sartre believed it a curse to be free
But if freedom, a curse
There exists no dividing line between breathing and hearse
So breathe I will, and free I am
And maybe next time I will turn down the most enticing indulgence offered at Satan’s hand.
Kevin Alan Lamb 