06 September, 2015

Once a Decade

I don’t need your blessing
to speak my sins


I enjoy all of them

Once a decade
I dance with someone important to me

Some moments don’t cease

Even though I chose too early

I cry out loud
alluring self-preservations

Wasted dance is sin

I enjoy all of them

I try not to punish
based on how I feel

Atonement cannot infiltrate past tense

Moments too much to bless

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