My Apologies To Peniamina Poem by Melissa Hurst

Love and lust carried me away with each thought of you and talk with you. I should have kept my yearning a secret, my lusts tamed, and my tongue chaste. Confessions of the heart risk the presence of those we hold dear. My heart is queer when I think of you, my tongue is giddy and loose as you speak to me, and my soul leaps into the highest heights of heaven. This was my secret and I lived with it in vain. I lived an irrational fantasy because I dreamed alone.

Only here and in my heart, mind, and soul can my love be legal. 'Twould be punishable if the doors are open. Forgive my ludicrous assumptions and discard my thoughts that only bring curses.


3-17-2008