Poetry by Michael Bechayda

Illicit

Loosely loose girl go away

Don't come near me in any way

You might like sinning

I'm not playing

It is tempting

But I'm out of that game

I know its itchy but stay away

I'm a joker?

I'm a poet

Truth seeker that's what I am

I'm keeping my temple fresh and untainted

For just the holy spirit can dwell in

Nobody is perfect

We are human

At least I'm trying

Little steps

Little regrets

Some might be reading this

And might be thinking this

Who am I to be saying this

hmmmmm..............