Should I say things
I should not convey
when I feel things
that I ought not?
Unearth notions
I should not consider
like, “Do I reveal
what best remains hidden?”
just as a sealed juve case
long since forgiven
such that I may deny
its existence with impunity
today?
What soothes a mind
plagued by its tendency
to crave fruits remembered
lasciviously as tender
and succulent –
a delight to somatic appetites?
My faculties restless
as a teenaged male –
sexless for prolonged stretches
on a fourth dimensional vector
while surrounded by flirtatious
dimes toying with his mind,
and still the strength I find
to walk the narrows straightly
has never wavered until lately
despite seeing the quicksand ahead
-HymnAgen