Penance

23 February 2012

Penance

I am uncertain what felt more right:

Our legs entwined or our bodies aligned;

Her hand in mine or the peace of mind

Knowing that once again her bed was ours,

If only for two hours.

Initially, I was a foreigner, a tourist on a pilgrimage home.

Hoping to wear the laurels of past accomplishments

And bear overdue honesty and sincerity in homage.

Humbled, I perused the list of sacraments.

I am uncertain of plenty, but I’ve regrettably done you wrong.

I enjoyed our warmth, our obvious love,

Our moment: a compilation of the preceding.

I am uncertain of plenty, but our night changed me for the better.

I miss faith, or your comfort.

David González Valles