I don’t mesh with this flesh 

What a mess when I set

My eyes on those thighs

Give me wings think I can fly

And those breast cause unrest

Thumping in my chest

Third eye woke 

Cook it fast or slow

Bring no more than hope

Of fulfillment when I’m in it or its in me am I sinning

Or are we seeing love birds singing

Dichotomy got in me

At a very young age

Good or bad, right or wrong

All sounds like the very same song

Maybe it’s all for the birds