I love to sin

You tried to hold me with care,
so tender,
to show you know how to love me,
so soft,
to lull me,
to calm me,
to ease me down.

And I,
I turned abruptly,
famished for your lips,
and bit them,
and felt them
against my teeth.
I saw myself in your bewildered eyes,
besotted with you,
parched,
longing for a gulp
of you.
And you fed me, you quenched my thirst,
you held my clutched fists against your chest,
you squeezed me,
so smoothly,
to comfort me,
so wildly,
to have me,
to satiate me, the insatiable sinner.

I saw myself in your bewildered eyes,
besotted with you.
I saw myself no more than a sinner,
a dreary beast with no God
but you,
with no religion,
but you,
with no hopes, no dreams, no love, no song,
no thirst, nor hunger, nor pain, nor truth,
but you.

I sneered
at my vivid reflection,
at the beast who loves to sin,
who loves you.