sin and innocence #poetry

the night confesses its sins

black tentacles wrap around my waist

i struggle

an icon sheds blood

wax trickles on my palms

i can’t kneel

i lose my grip

 

in the morning

your gaze shifts

your touches fall on my wrists

echoes of innocence

rest on my humid lips.

 

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