18 September 2011

Confessions

in an open-air pew
declarations spill
from wine-stained lips
wanting kissed

two owl confessors
silently observe
sub rosa hunger
mea culpas, knifing

like comets through
a treacle sky
burning bright
and dying.

2 comments:

  1. i liked this the first time i read it, and enjoyed it even more after a second reading!

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  2. Thanks for coming back not only once, but twice to read! Very much appreciated :)

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