You were driving by the sea
in the dream,
explaining your regret,
why you led us not into temptation.
And I remembered then
the biblical rain
that lashed your conscience
at the doorway of desire.
I woke with my feet
in a puddle of rainwater,
the church-bell
was counting my sorrows.
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