Am I indulgent
Yes
As snow

Indulges
In capacity

Endeavors
To be sexless

Fails
And sticks
To everything

/

If I am
Indulgent tell
Me how

To put this

Impulse down

Back in its
Box

Like snow
Surveils
The hemisphere

Sees us naked

Melts in its
Embarrassment

\

I am indulgent
Yet

Recompense
Of mind
Or so they say

Like snow
Is not a choice