Even though I knew they were wrong
Venal sins, Carnal sins
even though I knew they were wrong
Rinse, wash, repeat the cycle of habit.
Your satin hands in my calloused palms
keeping your confidence with the tip of my conscience.
Efferent emotions between our fingertips,
your physicality kept close, held on my ring finger.
Little notes passed to you
on scraps of post-it paper.
Special friend in the office down the hall
that you went out for dinner with - said you worked late
Perhaps we deserve each other - our
utmost desires our masters as we
rinse, wash, repeat the cycle we've locked ourselves into.
Perceiving the wrinkles and grey hairs we give each other "It's
only a white lie, this one lie." we say, what's the harm?
Slow walks down familiar roads
every footstep falling into the same potholes.