Temptation.... Poem by Merlin Mwaura

There are times I have not the slightest clue why i act the way i do.
It is not an amaizing fit really, just my usual self carrying along the trend, I
addictively attend to....life!

While all along i realise something that is sometimes disturbing
unsettling, an' yet I seem quite content,
to say the least.
I shall here proceed to narrate..
a series of events,
occured to me in a most queer and puzzling manner.

Food...
I eat at will,
heartily when the meal is heavily invested in spices.
I gather enough opportunities in a day,
to delight in this fine activity.
If i but by chance lack funds
to furnish my belly,
with the trades of the earth....
I guess then I consider food a temptation
that wont go away..
that wont let me be.
' I am hungry '...tummy groans!

Sleep...
I sleep by will,
heartily after i've been heavily invested in toil.
I try to gather enough opportunities
whenever time allows,
To delight in dreams in deep slamber.
wakened not by the noise of the wake earth.
or they that scurry a long in bouts of their bingy drinks.
yet, while i lack the aboard...
where mine finds the velvet sink..between sheets,
'I crave this wasting away...
refuge of my fond fantasies.
to retort in virtuality, a welcome temptation.

Love...
never before,
a feeling like this had,
of a man, that he pleases in his trivialties,
with that company, of hers
coveted an' admired.
To find the opportunity, to find it bold,
takes it all life time,
when found, a life time spent... in its joy.
To have it not,
like feeling dry,
want to cry,
heart which knows not lie...
will attend to temptations.