Confession

Tender,
Trickling honey
Forms in droplets
Sweetest truth,

As the burden crumbles
-Powdered,
Corpse on window sill,

Ever-spinning daylight,
Coarse tongue
Of lies devoured
And now the kiss of freedom
Tastes honest lips
Empowered,

Closely guarded secret
In rushed confessions sold
And in the light of daylight
At last
The stories told. . .