Centres: ethics

The creeps, they’re back again, lingering around our love, and believe they’re feeding magic off us-

But they don’t know love, around which, virtue and vice sway the heart like a windy path, of health and ruin down longing days-

Virtue that wept, and crawled, thru life with no guide in sight, till I found thee-

Vice that comes in leather straps called desire that draw me to thee, that are not vice, but wet dreams-

With posturing of ethics all talk, they wish they were us, you’re honey to a bee, and well I’ll be me, I’ll see and love, a habit I have, orbiting thee