Sins' Balm

The nightmare I avoided while awake

Turned into a sweet dream

The sins I hid, fearing what’s at stake

Are my hopeful future, it seems

Enough of reality seeped into my mind

While I laid down to rest

Hum-drum monotony of that kind

Turns out, for me, is best

A little laughter here and there

Enlightened the caution I felt

I was eager to start, which is fair

With the long-drawn cards I was dealt

He wasn’t so keen, tired after a long day

At work at the wedding party

But I was ready to make him my meal, in the best way

His whole being a feast quite hearty

He rolled his blind eyes, and flopped around

I made the best of the situation

I was free to fly, totally unbound

From the fear of procreation

A little lackluster, surprisingly normal

No magic or passion or jazz

The event was quite casual, not nearly as formal

As I expected and thought required pizazz

But what a mess came of the activity

I laughed it off with ease

He cleaned us up, showing his proclivity

To shoulder our burdens and to please

A final hug as the pirates arrived

I treasured the moment with calm

I look forward now to the experience I survived

This dream is my sins’ balm.