"odom" poems
The lust of the eye
...who can tame its allure
it beckons your glance
like an ache for a cure
Desire misplaced
graven images provoke
and what was permitted
"is like a bad joke"
Blood surging impulses
chasing ghosts of the past
you keep going nowhere
and going there fast
Hidden passions
creep through your veins
while the voice of the pure
is held up in chains
Remember karma
she hunts for her prey
and when she finds them wanting
she'll rule on (that) day.
For the eye is never satified
never at home with its own
denying the true grandeur
of the bone of your bones
One day you'll look
for the one you didn't see
and by that time ...
she will have broke free...
By Erica L. Odom
May 5, 2019
May 5, 2019 at 8:26 AM UTC