The White Sin Poem by Suzanne Bronson
The White Sin
Why is it you
whose body calls to mine?
Behind your eyes
that same rabid desire.
The sin never realized –
filling, wanting, waiting –
that handful of flame.
And yet the burning is enough.
The ash would fill my mouth –
a taste – where
your name and kiss had been.
2007 Suzanne Bronson
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