is this not enough
trailing lips and hands
staggered pathways upon skin
mapping out lines
mapping out sin.

is this not enough
with palms that touch
and tender words in trust
how simple is longing
Oh how simple is lust.

is this not enough
to which passion unflamed
and what little cinders smoulder
is it not a heart that's claimed
is it not my burden to shoulder.

i wish it was enough.
**But it's not.

That boy’s acting hostile,
Cold-blooded like a reptile.
He’s got to learn acting tough is futile,
despite him feeling utile.

No gang grands him vacation.
They recruit sheep like him,
lone but docile,
Utilizing juveniles on probation-
no hesitation, no consideration.
For who else would reach out,
to a soul untamed,
a boy unfazed,
a coy unflamed,
who lacks in passion,
consumed by hate?

but how could a modern mind
decline a fellow human,
that's living for the missions
he's been given
his whole life?