Corporeal

(My Hands of Play, My Feet of Clay)

escape, they say, mundane calls of modernity
“traverse virtuous path toward sexual hiatus…”
corporeal culture sprouting from sensuality
emerges like itchy hair of craving cactus.

temptation beckons like sweet cookies in a jar
embattled eardrums so inured, now deaf and numb
ruptures and car-masutras as sweet as nectar
against their harried words, I blissfully succumb!

(between
saint and sinner
is temptation.

between
sinner and saint
is conversion.)


- persuasion
is between
temptation and conversion.

(c) Chito L. Aguilar