POETRY: THE CONFESSION

Bless me father
For I have sinned!
My confession
No less
Is straight
From desired bends I come
My misdemeanor
Counted
For I love a man
But his status
No denying
Is straight out bound
His third then fourth finger
Carry the laced bind
And I
Alas!
Bottles desires
Undeserving of innocence!

Wait!
Father
Hear the confession
All
Give your penance
After my heart is rent
From this sin
I wish to cease
For day and night
I dream
Of glittering waters
And lips
Like buttered crunches
Glistering moist on bee dropping
Served!
Shattered glasses
From the impatient caresses
of Baileys served
On belly buttons sweet
Lips on lips
Moans unequaled by distance
Countless nights
Oh priest!
Have I desired
Him!
Bound by the laced bind.

Before you tell
Stories
Of the spiritual
The death of the body
For the attainment
Of joys unequaled
Tell me
Father!
Do you feel same too?
Your body aching
Wanting satisfactions
Only sin provides?
The mid-section rises
Then the prayer
‘Mary 
Mother of GOD!
Pray for us sinners’!

But Father,
Will the lord forgive sins
E’en though
Our misdemeanors topples
Like Spartan walls
In battles built
With corpse of king XERXES troupes
As stones in 300?