#PoetryFriday - Never Alone.

I walked alone

for a day.

The past looked 

like a black and white movie.

I was in a small theater,

with cold popcorn

and ancient wooden seats

with no padding.

My past life

convicted me

of my sins.

Who was I to judge her?

In my movie,

the characters moved silently,

unaware,

sleepwalking through life,

speaking words to other cardboard cutouts,

without ears to hear,

or eyes to see.

I wished I knew a sin-eater,

capable of devouring my foolish acts

in an orgy of gluttony.

I wanted only to test my new found understanding,

in a cauldron of passion,

next to her naked skin.

I wanted to speak my truth

into her waiting ears.

I wanted to hold tight against the tide of man

against man.

How could I explain to her

that my sins outweighed hers?

How could I explain

that my love swallowed the evil impulses

that had threatened to devour them both?

I wanted to sit in an air-conditioned theater,

holding her hand,

telling the truth of eternal love,

whispering words of passion

into her waiting ears,

inviting her to touch me

in places only she knew how to reach.