A collection of poems by the Wordsmith

Yours is not the blame

I take it all.

You know, I am so embarrassed
I have touched you.

I have let my desires guide me
I have let my lusts taunt me
Until my will is gone and nothing
Remains but a deed
That cannot be undone.

You may forgive me
In your shame.

But when my hand, that criminal...
That entrepreneur...
That irresponsible child, brushed
Against your cheek.

It was bold, or it was sly,
And I, just cannot say which.

But you are not to blame
It is not yours to feel the shame.
It was me and me alone.