The sweet aroma of sin
On my flesh
Lingering
Thoughts of consequences
Slipping in
Mixing with
Pink neon lights
Flickering
My heart rate was quicker than
Sand my morals
Sinking in
With no refreshment
Or dividends
Other than a loaded conscience,
Potent contents
I’m not cheating
I’m just cheating myself
Away my health
Eating
I’m just feeding my wealth
To her
With fantasies of self
And she
But we,
Not connected
Emotionally
Just financially
Therefore our relationship is finite,
Final analysis
This is merely a formality
A melody of lies
Beautiful music to my ears
Riddling, what am I doing here?
Picturing the walls are drawing near
The ceiling is caving in
And the floor comes to an end
And I’m standing at its edge
Till she tapped me on my shoulder
Now reality’s a boulder
At the bottom of the sea
That’s chained to my neck
But I wear it comfortably
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The sweet aroma of sin...an enticing fragrant power. A sensual, provocitive poem. Well done! ; D