Entangled In The Sin Poem by Piotr Kasjas

In the mature gestures we smuggle trails of feelings
and pushing aside frequent reality,
we save ourselves from latent love.
And we become sinners of our act,
which was born in the hot space of the heart.

We have entangled in the sin, in this eternal trace,
nested in our memory,
that fingerprints our sinful bodies every day.
We learn our love off by heart
and repeating its biblical content like mantra of life,
we bestow among ourselves a passionate hug
- of tightly wrapped arms.
And along this very eloquent silence of our tense mouths,
a passionate kiss.