He told me to flee
yet my feet remained still
in the garden of lust
where their brown skin
held me captive
He said turn away
but their rough hands
held my ankles
before they took
grasp of my waist
Soon they’ll be
around my shoulders
then my neck
gasping for enough air
to ask for forgiveness
I run but only
get so far
I look back at
my temple that I left in
the backseat of his car
Why did I allow
all of their souls
to be intertwined
with mine
Flee, run, go
The finish line
is far
yet so close
What you get is
what you see
The body will
do what the
body does
I’ve let them
look and touch
flee, run, go
The finish line
is close
yet so far
