The Confession, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Dicksee-The ConfessionThe Confession, Frank Dicksee (1898)

The Confession, Robert A Sieczkiewicz

Oh how I anguish over love of thee.
I fear can’t see you any other way.
When I see thee am I to quickly flee?
No my heart with you will forever stay!

Can I coral thee to a gathering arm?
Turning and offering a cheek to kiss?
To think our touching is doing no harm,
Believing such I’d surely be remiss.

There’s an aching desire with thee to lay.
To have our wanton flesh meld into one.
Doing all proving not a game I play,
Then fearing penalty for what I’ve done.

Am I the fool thinking a love to be,
Or will it take Moses to part the sea?

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Husband, Father, Grandfather, Lover of all beautiful things. I love to read and write poetry. My favorite hangouts are libraries and museums and yet I love being outdoors. I am a dreamer of things that could be.

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