There is ... plenty
in this life I'm CERTAIN I've fallen short of
I'm in a constant action
of stretchin' and contractin'
I'm rubber bandin'
myself around an often too unattainable attempt at morality.
Ethicality
based in a rooted shaming
ingredients naming
One part brimstone & fire
Old Testament torment / insatiable desire
an endless torrent
so sodom and gammora
I desecrate myself abhorrent
and the wreckage
waits
on the gospel.
I'm 2 parts hostage
with a hint of Stockholm.
I've chosen every captor I've ever known
often with the belief that the power of my own LOVE
could HEAL my predator think we BOTH are enough.
Tonight ...
I whirling dervish myself around the details of my dilemma
systemic & steeped in outdated moral construct
WHY should I be ethical in whom I choose to love ...
when all my RIGHTEOUS LOVE
has only served to HARM ME?