Posted by: Ron DuBour | May 18, 2019

Confession~by Csillag Marietta




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Expectant heart chambers flutter
underneath your muffled steps,
the closer your anointment
– the deeper my soul’s debts.

Unpacked we were, yet blinded
or l was – afraid of love, at least,
savoured your nectar like the pauper,
to karma’s mighty feast.

And if yesteryears l watched
the bashful child indulge ln me,
today, l stand unveiled, in front of you
claim this woman – round – eyed,
love her, set her free.

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