I am sorry.

For all the things I had did once done,
Banked in the past, signed and sealed.

Never forgiven, always forgotten.

We lie here again to confess,
Of all things human and non.
Our mouths utter secrets,
Unspoken between us.

I linger.

You dive.

Into this world as alien as it feels.
The nightmares we experience,
And nothing is solid.

The vices and virtues that we make by our dispositions.

Do we love this pain we give so sweetly?

I do.

You do.

As we writhe again in this sculpture of flesh,
We compete and give way to our desires and needs as we apologize and make chaste,

This play we perform.