Confessional Poem by delilah contrapunctal.... yes, that's how I intended to spell it.........

Confessional



when you revealed to me
that early on you'd partaken of the pleasures of the flesh with a heterochromian I would've liked to have told you I'd had a similar experience, but couldn't...
mine? ... he was the stepson of a bar owner...a great dancer.....
....we roasted a goose that Christmas...

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