my dark passion Black, hot, bitter love of mine.
Cheap pleasure, I turn you on every morning
when my wife goes to work.
I try to stop myself, but I know it’s useless.
The patterns, the habit, are too old and ingrained.
But then you seep into my head,
And everything is as it should be.
Truly, my cup runneth over
Into my lap, and I scream from the heat.

  ¶ 2:16 PM