The Adulterer

I seek you out: in you I lose myself,
in the undergrowth, in the thicket,
among the natural-smelling scents
of your garden, an oasis against
the world that has grown around me,
the kids sprouting up like weeds,
and the Head Gardener cutting me back,
limiting my own growth, protecting the borders.

You seek me as I shiver with pleasure,
disobeying God's vows quickens the blood,
my pulse rate rises as I imagine the
empty heavens, those banks of cloud
rising, piled up like the soft pillows we
laughingly lay our heads on, as a sharp
sword of morning sun stabs through the curtain
ignoring it let the pleasure you breathe engulf me.

The world outside passes by harshly,
uncaring, unkempt as a neglected garden,
and if all in mine were bright
this would never have happened, this focus
on physicality, on naked flesh, this forgetting
responsibility, this wilful loss of respect
for oneself, it's an illness, my roots
diseased, until the insecticide is applied.