I Regress

Moral muscles strain against indulgence,

Smooth limbs and silken skin strangling my convictions,

Fantasy slowly devouring fidelity.

Conscience battered,

Covenant consciousness fades;

Succubi lullaby

Mesmerizes the resistant will,

Captures my affections.

Splinter in my mind - the time when I was in control.

For shame I could pluck out my eyes

With Oedipus, sit in disgust, yet to no avail.

The images, alive, will not die;

Their silken hips, on parade,

Will not cease to gyre and sway.

Eyes beg, lips plead, tongues drip flattery,

All day long they call to me.

My strength expires in the lap of Delilah,

Tempted to rest my head and lie content,

I fear a dark, spiraling descent…

Closing.

O how the mighty man’s steady steps soon stumble.

In love with the wanton woman’s lusts,

I regress.

Weary and worn,

Feebly torn betwixt the blessing and the curse,

I battle still to tread not the way where death awaits

With painted lips and perfumed flesh,

Hiding the breath of decay.