ORIGINAL SIN (August Postcard Poem 2017)

He enters the confessional of her bedroom,

beseeching absolution,

kneels before her in naked supplication,

sin cupped in his hands,

open and raw.

 

He lowers his head at her touch,

penitent before confessor,

cries at her whispers of contrition

as she baptizes him

with her tears.

 

Copyright 2017

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