Contrition In Blu
you whispered through my hair
a gentle wind plying the morning glory
and my tears
staining the satin to black
from the past we have rent
wronging each other now
vowed to be
right in our place
can I tell you now
of my contitrition my retribution
for the hurt torn
by you like my dress
soft against my skin
I read your diary
and your secrets are now
bare like the vine
of morning glory after
the storm.
submitted by: poetess
copyright 1999
by the author
anonymous
