by Chatty Owl

Dirty taste of wet water.
Don’t remember all the sins I committed,
I still dip my toes and run my fingertips
in a shamefully disguised surprise
how sinister my past is.

You used to pull my hair
as I pulled myself up from my knees –
the electricity was so buzzing
between us,
that our bodies lost connection
and died
by each other’s sin.


4 Comments to “Reminiscing”

  1. seems abusive or condemning passion!

  2. Wonderful poem! Comment also on your blog.


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