Confession

I confess that there is a man who holds my heart, hence, my will as well.

I confess that it is not but love alone but also idolatry, and he, the deity of my idolatrous soul.

I confess that not only do I love such a man, but that I lust for him too.

I confess that that it is his face I see before I surrender to slumber.

I confess that that it is still his face I see in my dreams.

I confess that I covet the wild passion we shared.

I confess that I yearn for his touch and lingering kisses.

I confess that I long to be consumed by him, to be filled and devoured.

I confess that I find ecstasy in his arms and in his arms alone.

I confess that I am and forever will be his.

I confess that I am lost to such a man.

I confess that I have damned myself by doing so.

I repent that I can't be with him now.

But I do not repent my love, my passion, and my yearning.