The Work of Sin

A poem inspired by feelings of lust.

They always said that the

fruit from the tree is forbidden

but I am no saint;

I am a sinner and a poet

and your skin is a canvas upon which

my tongue will leave a picture worth

a thousand words

And when I am done,

you will be a starry night of lust and sweat

and Gods will marvel at

the work of Sin

Reviews

[613]

I suggest switching out the last "Sin":
"And when I am done,
you will be a starry night of lust and sweat
and Gods will marvel at
the work of Sin"

It just doesn't flow well for me with "sinner" in the first stanza as well.

Overall, nice work.

[marcus]

I like this one a lot!!..

[Tom McRoberts]

I really like how you juggle metaphors, Gio. This reads like a mood-board of beauty and vice to the eyes, good work!