wrestling with relapse

I

every sexy demon I’ve ever had

exorcised

            stands naked

                        outside my bedroom window

just be-

              yond

thick clear panes of excruciation

 

hurts to know

those old desires still burn

inside my bones

 

II

when these taller waves hit

salvation seems like a stone

lifeboat

 

Honey,

please call God

He’s listed in the dusty black

Book on the nightstand

 

see if He does housecalls

on th weekend

 

III

guess I’m not cured

after all

Reviews

[Jūdan FyreHeart]

Never cured merely paint over the cracks until we fool even ourselves. Great piece, very thought provoking.

[Ed Hart]

yes, there is no cure, but we learn to negotiate shorter and shorter leashes, until the critters can't get out of our mind

[Kerry O'Connor]

Beneath the lure of the sexy demon, I read genuine pain and hopeless despair.
The last two lines are are far too real for my mere thoughts on style and content.

[Misty Blue Eyes]

wow.. recovery of any kind, from a broken heart, drinking, life its self is so hard to break.. great write hun