HARD AS SIN

Sin smells of sweat. It has small cracks
that show its impurity. It is solid
the entire way through. If it fell to the ground
it would shatter and take hours to mend
the broken pieces. I can see
my reflection in sin, not really
my mirror image, but shadows
that resemble my face and body.

Sin would fit in my mouth
but would choke me to death if I tried
to swallow it. It tastes salty, probably from me
fondling and playing with it. It lies there
motionless and silent
with the potential to move freely and make sound.
Sin is very smooth
and slippery and will easily roll
away if I ever let it go.