The Perks of Prophecy

This morning a boy looked away from my eyes
because he thought I could see into his heart.
He was right: I was naked there. But I did not speak it.


Tonight, the Spirit, I know, is grieved;
something like jealousy in his stony silence.
I confess the boy's stammering eyes made me smile.


I did flirt with his shamed soul, warming inside at the power.
How could I reprimand him for his lusting of me.
Flattered, I let him go. It's my little indulgence. Sue me!

(Prophets  pg.149)