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.