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.


14 thoughts on “sin and innocence #poetry

  1. Beautiful opening line.

    My dear friend. I will be away this weekend and I am uncertain I will have cell signal or wi-fi. Should I miss any posts, I will read them upon my return.

    Just in case, have the most wonderful and inspiring of weekends.


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