Sunday, October 11, 2009


Unending apologies could never suffice
Nigh, they would ring untrue still
My love remains for You, of course
But like death with ribbons
Or pain with sprinkles.
Beautiful garments for luster lost.
At first I swayed carefully. Wary
Of stampeding Your invisible heart
With my vile idolaters heels
Yet slowly I turned my wayward step
Feet scorched on the embers of cautiousness.
I chose wrong instead, tripping into his arms
He—who haunts my sickly-sweated dreams.
Your saccharine words once enveloped me
The printed characters stained in Red.
So cocooned I was in bloodied Truth
Eloquent, but alas they don’t quite fit.
The tongue ferrets out my secrets instead.