On Adultery

Sometimes one is slammed, left yearning
Like a fool, so much pain
Anxious, that the hallowed hour approaching
Blinds one to that, which is sacrosanct
Bleeding inside, for the anticipated
Angry about that which cannot be debated

The preacher has spoken, you're tainted
Everyone knows, you've sinned
You've committed adultery, you're painted
You thought it was Love, you'd do it again
The inexplicable, has horribly occurred
And entirely eaten away, your steely self worth

Amid the timbrels, and retribution's resort
A plethora of whisperers , whispering in anger
Or, just for sport...

That which is untamed, inside
That feral piece of the human soul
That rises to the surface, in dire times
That argent revelry that cannot be controlled
These, one must cling too, when life is most grave
Or one may not live, to see happiness again...

Tony Taylor