meet me at the confessional,

and there we indulge our innocent sin–

we’ll clutch each other for warmth,

here in the arctic of the congregation.

loving you is a freedom for which

i’ll forever be unforgiven,

we’re made pure as we’re soiled,

and merge in unholy baptism.

i’ll mutter those profane words,

“i love you” — tainted, forbidden,

here is my confession, 

repentance,

reconciliation.