Exhale

It didn't feel bad.

It felt amazing.

They say you shouldn't crave the flesh,
but full lips are hard to resist. A tongue
that won't leave you alone?
It's hard to resist.
Hands that don't mind going
everywhere?
I'll take it.
I'll breathe in whatever you're breathing out
even if I abhor it by the light of day.
I don't mind getting lost
in whatever you're doing to my skin.
It's like being high anyway
isn't it?

When I'm busy doing, or thinking
about what I've done, or what
I'm going to do--
My breath gets a little lighter,
if it doesn't stop altogether.
I don't even realize what I've been holding
until I exhale.

I get a little numb
when I sit down to think about what I'm doing
I know I ought to stop.
Ought to be ashamed,
Be better,
Do what I said I would do...
But for what?

It's become increasingly clear
how I'm made is for sharing
whenever I want, however I want,
with whomever I want.

People say, "Life's too short!"
Too short to refuse a cookie,
too short to refuse a raise
too short to refuse anything at all!
So I dismantled myself, and remade my skin
In order to enjoy--to accept good things.
It seems to some that perhaps I've gone too far.

"Say yes!" they still tell me.
Yes to all of the Good Things in life.
Yes to all kinds of pleasures
Yes to all opportunities...


So why shouldn't I say yes to you?