oh how I hate this

thought the teen aged boy

before entering the phallus door

a reminder of last night

and the mortal sins committed

which must now be confessed

it would be better to reveal

murder and mayhem

 than admit that I touched

my young lover's breast

at least I'd be forgiven

an our father, hail mary my penance

perhaps

but to feel the ripeness

and heated desire

of the one that I love

well, what could be worse than that

. . .

I must again admit

in lurid detail

unspeakable acts that took place

last night

ask forgiveness  and promise

to abstain until married

heavenly delights for us forbidden

. . .

the shadow behind the wicker mask

will no doubt ask me to reveal

in thorough detail

what I did to her and she to me

though I wonder why

this needs to be known

isn't it enough to admit my shame

and suffer the consequences

of a rosary or two

but I suppose the pastor

must fully understand

the nature of my act

before I can be cleansed

and worthy to receive

the wafer offered tomorrow at the rail

yes, I suppose he must fully understand

. . .

oh how I hate this

thought the teenaged boy

before entering the phallus door

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