The Beauty in the Sin

The Beauty in the Sin

A Poem by Sloane Goldflies

It was a soft sigh,

an aching stutter

that sang verses in my bones

and called out to me

from a place well-known.


I knew it from a dream,

saw it fluttering,

weak and scared

like a bird

trapped among my ribs.


The soft blade of a finger

tracing symbols on skin

that spelled out

the beauty in the sin.


Fear was a flavor on my tongue;

hot and thick and electric,

Exhilaration a tingling

in my fingertips.


Words divided of meaning

tossed to the unallied night,

sparkling like so many fireflies

and other cruel imitations of stars.


Under the baleful glare

of a chill winter moon,

you are a testament to

the beauty in the sin.


What was sweet has rotted,

turned sickly and vague

with a delicious fever

once called passion

when whispered in a hungry ear.


Blame was something

I could never do,

even when your fire

burned its way through mine

and ate away

all the flesh I gave--


It was I who gasped out

the words that began

the undoing

of the beauty in the sin. 


© 2011 Sloane Goldflies

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Added on July 28, 2008
Last Updated on July 3, 2011


Sloane Goldflies
Sloane Goldflies

Chicago, IL

I am a writer. That's what I do. I hope I'm good enough to get published some day. Tell me honestly what you think of my work when you review: I want to know where it's weak, where its cheesy. more..


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