hedonist

Desire is my only law. 

Under it’s rule, I want everything. 

It’s only gluttony if you feel shame, only a sin if you’re sorry. 

I eat small joys and soak myself in unrepentant pleasure, 

open to my doors to a perpetual spring breeze, 

slide hungry fingers against seams, breaking locks and god knows. 

Have you ever felt touch this abandoned?

Reaching, wild, and sharp. 

I am all lips and teeth, eyes bigger than my stomach.

Here, between, inside 

you will find everything, but not guilt. 

 

I would ask your forgiveness, 

But for this holy hunger, 

I am unrepentant.