October 18, 2010 “the 7”
For Poetry Potluck
If I am guilty of Pride…
Let it be that I swell with it when I walk into a room and you are on my arm.
If Avarice is my undoing…
Let it be my greed for the feel of your eyes upon me and the caress of your touch.
If Envy be my sin..
Let it be my jealousy for the closeness of the gloves on your hands and the intimacy of the clothes upon your body.
If Wrath is my guilt…
Let it be my anger with the gods that I cannot rest forever in your bosom, wrapped in your loving arms.
If my fatal fault be Gluttony…
Let it be because I cannot be cured of my insatiable appetite for the taste of kisses from your soft lips.
If I am a sinner for Sloth…
Let it be that I wish to do nothing for eternity, but bask in your gaze and feel the touch of your breath on my cheek.
If Hell be my end for Lust…
Let it be my unending,ever growing, unquenchable desire for every part of everything that is you.
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Without question, my forfeit is Heaven…..if these be the 7.