What It Is

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What It Is
The seduction of vanity being what it is
With sun on bricks and a woman frowning
From a frame on the wall and weeds
Flowering from a pot on a sill I begin
With the joy of a child reciting the ABCs.
The room is clean like my mother’s heart
Yet I yearn for carnal discourse with gods
Leapfrogging the milk and honey stars,
And though I lust but do not score I’ll
Close my eyes and pray for a gateway
Like a childhood summer that never ends
But does each time my eyes reopen to now.
That’s ok for the bricks still shine with sun,
The woman’s frown has turned to smile,
The weeds still flower with love for me
And I’ll squeeze the bliss from this minute,
Knowing the next may hurt or worse.