YOU MUST NOT.

You must not

I did, I did.
And, afterwards
wind whips, rain falls.
I cannot see beyond
waterfalls sheeting down
from miserable eyes,
sluicing nose, cheeks, chin
and feel etched trails
of aged laughter lines,
awash with running snot.

I slap my face,
to blot out inner pain.
Fingerprints mark shame,
sting of secret sin
secreted on my skin,
stigmata aflame.
Lust chose me,
I chose you.
I did, I did.

You must not.