Sometimes late at night
I pace the hallway
Searching for something
To feed my hungry eyes
Like an empty belly swelled
They ache for guilty pleasure
For me that's four words
Tucked in the back right pocket of my jeans
Slipped in easy
By a muse brushed against me
From pink to purpose
Order to oligarchy
I lick them up
Tongue rolled over my lips
Taste soaked in so good
Swallow is steeped with sin
That is inspiration
And this is my soul
Laid out before you
Are your arms wide open?
Sought is a moment
Amplified with a strong embrace
Words behind the verse: easy, strong, order and guilty
Written and posted: July 16, 2010