old habits

Your presence is like

a bad allegory:

you stand before me,

Such a marvelous creature,

because you’ve come from my past,

so spoiled and ruined

so undaunted, so ungrateful–

a hunter searching for

non-existent glories

from another world in order to fill

fill your ever-writhing stomach.

Can’t stop sleepwalking, can you?

You tread, guided by your

so-called instincts and

your insatiable hunger for adventure,

staring me right in the eye,

right in the eye

with that unspoken invitation:

let us be reckless



One comment

  1. slpmartin · May 26, 2012

    A sense of temptation in these lines…enjoyed the poem.

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