For some reason the word 'enamoured' (the Brittish spelling particularly, though I write in American English) has been stuck in my head for days. I don't know why I wanted to write a poem all of the sudden, but I had to. I took the word 'enamored' as a starting point. It quickly turned into the idea to write a cryptic poem about the seven cardinal sins. I finished this poem faster than any other poem I've done. It might need some polishing, but I actually like it in its current raw form; I don't think I will change it.
The poem follows the cardinal sins in the conventional order: lust, gluttony, greed, sloth, wrath, envy and pride. Mind you, I didn't relate each sentence to the sins in a direct way. I think that would've given the whole concept away. Besides the cardinal sins, the poem describes a drinking problem—though vaguely enough to be interpreted freely. A friend interpreted it as a dark poem about love, which is certainly a nice way to see it.