Whether

On my mind
is whether I mind
from someone who has weathered
more years than I.
The storm of desire
is unavoidable,
undeniable,
and unforgivable.
Then there is the
unforgettable
because once it's done
you can't go back.
These cloudy thoughts
twist tornadoes through my head;
the gray matter turns it all
around and round again.
I tell myself now
is the time to baptize chance,
to let the raindrops splatter;
to spring the gush within.
I tell myself this sprinkle
surely leaks romance
and that sloshing puddles
shroud transgression in a snap.
Oh yes, I find myself
just dripping here with lies,
but the truth is he's not prepared
and neither am I.