He wore black.
So did the woman counting
pennies into his hand.
“Do you take my sin?”
“I eat it,” he said,
and she sighed.
A tear ran in the firelight,
another tear.
She reached out to him.
“Let me taste my sin.”
He wore black.
So did the woman counting
pennies into his hand.
“Do you take my sin?”
“I eat it,” he said,
and she sighed.
A tear ran in the firelight,
another tear.
She reached out to him.
“Let me taste my sin.”