Weekly Poem - The Comedy of Men: Lust

My heat wanders the shadows in the sky,
In search of a fire to sustain warmth.
The sun beckons that I give into him
I refuse, thy bold morals prevent me
But, meets on the east for every rise.
I batter my weak body, soul and heart
For the thirst of solace in a hunger,
Detouring my true necessity, love.
To make fun at the comedy of men,
Is to be a little boy again.

-AGW