My Only One

Beauty: on the tips of my fingers and tongue.

These phrases, connected, somewhat seamlessly,

all of them, unfortunately for you.

This confession, my only one, derives from sin:

sin of unmeasured passion,

sin of free emotions,

sin of infinite love

for someone other than me.

All acts committed in your name

come naturally-

have reason-

are rational-

are beautiful,

even this romanticizing confession.

Why dispel you completely? -

you and I birth these

beautiful-

sometimes incoherent-

true

combinations, contradictions, and confessions.