beautiful vices come to me
after midnight when I let go
of thinking and controlling

it’s the rush, you know?
of saying yes when no is
the answer that balances
this version of perfection

I’m egged on by the desire
to tip the scales just a little
and feel the lash of heat
that reminds me I’m alive

to be good and know better
but to simply choose not to
is the true flicker of freedom