Untitiled...for now.

Where temptation led I went

I did not linger where it stayed

My toes caressed the edge of lines

But the cost to cross, I never paid

I felt the thickness of desire

Resistance wore me thin as slate

Remembrance of my heart’s inquire

Caused me now the line to hate

Back pedaling, my calves grow weak

The dust-stir rids my eyes of sight

I slip, a cliff, I catch a branch

My fingers red with lack of might

One by one they lose their grip

Where I’ll land is not foreshown

But then into a net I drown

Reminded I am not my own