I have sinned
against love, my religion
for I have kept silent
a truth which must be professed
that I am burning
and breaking,
over and again
into a million enraptured pieces
I confess
to a certainty I know
that less is more
but I cannot adore you any less
I confess
that this fascination
takes away my very breath
There is no peace, no penance
but to find absolution in the kiss
I'd give my all to express
To this and everything else
I confess.