A/N: This poem is kind of old. Like, a year + old. But it's been well edited and I read over it again to make sure it was still worthy of my dear reader's eyes. It is one of my favorite poems I've written, and having realized I never shared it, I thought I should. All thoughts appreciated in great measure, so without further ado...
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With Much Regret, I Do
"A vow would absolve you of all temptation."
Words of comfort from some ignorant souls.
How should they know the dragon wasn't as vicious
as the prince who saved me?
Funny that it takes a single man,
a misplaced hand, a quick twist of fabric
to make this white, unsullied gown
more akin to convicts' clothes.
A vow would only bind my thoughts
tighter to my evening terrors
(exposed skin to touch, to taste, to mutilate),
rather than invite sensual freedom,
like an old friend, to make itself at home.
How could I, an intelligent woman,
allow myself to be chained to any man's desires?
While I march between the pews
I can hear the church walls whisper:
"A vow would absolve you of all temptation."
Yet it is never my temptation that worries me.
