Wandering

"She plucks the moneyFrom the bedside table, He was her father's age.This thought caused her bodyTo shudder in disgust.Tears cloud her eyesAs she walks silentlyTo the door.She walks the streetsBarefoot..."

"Slave to my passions, Bound by my desires,Tortured by carnality.As I cry out in yearning,My body quivers anxiouslyAs you,My warden,Stalk meLike a panther Hunting its prey.You stand before me,Glistenin..."

"Sin. A bitter taste Upon my delicate palette. Right. Wrong. Gray. I try to fight The urge To be lukewarm. Be it better To proclaim The title "Christian" And sin publicly Or Resist labeling, Live th..."

"Staring into a sea Of smiling faces, I feel awkward And ill at ease. I mean, They're family. I know about as Much of them As they know of me. Once a year, I see them. Never quite comfortable, Never ..."