Poems- Seven Deadly Sins - Gula - (Gluttony) (II)
Sweet, Tender
Succulent fruit
Ripened by the Season
To pluck
Fresh from nature
Just for me
But I take no pleasure
In your fruits
You see
Because my taste
Delights not
In what you offer
Me
Sweets
Sugared Treats
Lack the nutrients
For which I hunger
Yet to devour
Will satisfy
Maybe for an hour
Until once more
My hunger fails
To be abated
Let the wine flow
Down forever
Sliding liquid
Smoothe as silk
On the surface
Of my throat
But my thirst
Makes me feel
Forever dry
And denied
In this meal
Maybe all I need
Is water
And a simple slice of bread
To evermore satisfy
And forgo
This hunger that I dread.
Succulent fruit
Ripened by the Season
To pluck
Fresh from nature
Just for me
But I take no pleasure
In your fruits
You see
Because my taste
Delights not
In what you offer
Me
Sweets
Sugared Treats
Lack the nutrients
For which I hunger
Yet to devour
Will satisfy
Maybe for an hour
Until once more
My hunger fails
To be abated
Let the wine flow
Down forever
Sliding liquid
Smoothe as silk
On the surface
Of my throat
But my thirst
Makes me feel
Forever dry
And denied
In this meal
Maybe all I need
Is water
And a simple slice of bread
To evermore satisfy
And forgo
This hunger that I dread.
By Hilary Wheaton
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