Affixed in Immorality

I do not believe
in your sanctity.
Even though I gave it to you.
On my knees.
In the wavering breath
of our very first dawn.
What a picture.
Almost a memory.
Almost a dream.
Too bad.
It’s not real.
But it is amazing,
really,
how our minds choose
to redecorate the truth.
Quickly.
Before our lips
can spill the ugliness.
Into words.
That could never be swallowed.
By any mind.
Godly.
Or not.

A.J. Huffman is a poet and freelance writer in Daytona Beach, Florida. She has previously published four collections of poetry: The Difference Between Shadows and Stars, Carrying Yesterday, Cognitive Distortion, and . . . And Other Such Nonsense.. She has also published her work in national and international literary journals such as Avon Literary Intelligencer, Writer’s Gazette, and The Penwood Review. Find more about A.J. Huffman, including additional information and links to her work at http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100000191382454 and https://twitter.com/#!/poetess222.

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