Guilt

This quarreling sensation feathered me
Gently weeping
Freckled shells
I sing over the wildest rose covered in rings of rain
This desperate cure painted woven tears
Unforbidden kisses
I slept softly in my guilt

©A-Jjahlov Powell, 2019

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