the eyes have it…

the young priest
entered
the hospital
in route
to visit
an
elderly parishioner
his path
was diverted
by
hospital security
while
his eyes
were diverted
by
a most attractive
woman
wearing
a white
tight-fitting
sheer summer dress
he stumbled
ever
so slightly
as
he took a seat
she
approached
the seat
next to him
all the while
feeling
his eyes
exploring
every line
of
her body
crossing her legs
and
leaning
towards him
she
whispered
i understand
you have
a personal relationship
with god
how’s that
working out
for
you

sugar…

if
you can
have yourself
some sugar
in
the morning
it’s best
in bed
but
if not
then
surely
before
you walk out
the door
for
it sweetens-up
your whole day
and
takes
the bitterness
right out
of
sour tasting things
and
when
you get home
have
yourself
a little more
cause
there ain’t no
health problems
i know of
with
kissing
the one you love

cliché…

watching
patterns
on
the ceiling
candlelight dancers
flickering
like
memories
and
sweet words
heard
so
long ago
friends
forever
lovers
for
the moment
tantalizing
touches
passion
has a way
of
arbitrating
with
reason
youth
has little
to do with it
but
provides
a time-tested
excuse
readily accepted
in
most circles
of
society
except for
a few
hardline
religious zealots
who
rarely
approve
of
anything
but they
end up
like
the melted wax
upon
my floor
cold
solidified
paraffin postures
of
humanity
never
really enjoying
the
flames