Confessions of a Repentant Lover

A short poetry collection.

Jul 17, 2025

I Do.

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A Catholic and an Atheist stand at an altar—veiled and tall. The priest holds the Holy Text and he proceeds to read the words of the Lord. The Atheist looks up at the Catholic. She has memorised the lines on His face as she has memorised the lines she needs to say. But the Catholic looks down at His lover’s eyes and wonders if this was a mistake. A betrayal to His family. (Didn’t the Bible teach him that women seduce?). But the priest goes on, holding the Holy Text, and asks to join their hands and declare their consent before God and His Church. Then the lovers recite the words of God.

And it is here, in their I do’s, that the Catholic questions whether God is real if He was tricked into an unholy matrimony, while the Atheist knows that their love is pure and divine.

Tasting of the Flesh

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How would the Lord feel

if He knew

adam took eve

in his mouth

the night before

receiving communion.

A Grimm Life

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should i be ashamed

to imagine

slicing off



a heel and toe

for a chance

at eternal happiness



should i be ashamed

to devour

an entire 



house

just so someone

would lick me up



should i be ashamed

to have the urge

of jumping



into rose thorns

just so i

don’t see pain



should i be ashamed

to obey

the orders



of a large dark wolf

because of his 

soft happy trail 



should i be ashamed

to admit

i feel as



unfortunate as those

within a grimm tale?

Artificial Sweetie

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how does she taste?

like strawberry ice cream

on a warm day

milk chocolate

that melts



in your mouth

her tongue

feels the same

tastebuds i felt

when we kissed.



is her maple sweeter

than the honey

leaking from me

when you touch

the same space between



her legs as smooth as

the perfect scoop

while mine are

ripe strawberries

to be picked



does she also smell like sugar?

i’m guessing she is

natural and real, 

handcrafted

and not artificial



like the flavouring

dousing the pulse points

on my body to

entice you to press

yourself against me



i know you tell me

you like my candy 

cherry lips and caramelised skin

so why do i see you

peek at fresh fruit?

Relational Opposites

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I wonder if you and I

are relational opposites.



I feel as if we are.

as in I’m related to you



But you oppose me.

since you’re so



That you couldn’t possibly be

related to me.



Because then it would mean

you love me.



When I know

you only dream of me.

Loading Dock

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There was once a Sailor who pulled up to my dock on a lukewarm summer’s day. His ship wasn’t big, but it held a lot. The Sailor showed me things from around the world: trinkets from Japan, vials with red dirt from Australia, ice from the Arctic. I was so fascinated by this worldly traveller that I wished I could have bottled him up myself and kept him on my vanity to admire. He told me he was only stopping by to restock a few necessities and that there was nothing to keep him here.

In that time, he showed me around my little town, places I didn’t realise were right by my fingertips. He showed me a pier in the south-east where the stars truly sparkled. And he mentioned something about fate and the cosmos and how my eyes were like a constellation. And it was on that pier where he laid me down.

And it was in the morning that I found him gone.

Heart taken with him.