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Red Satin Blues

You lost your soul
writhing in my bed,
we were seventeen
in a sex-scented heaven
between my sheets. 

The only heaven
you’ll ever know. 

I’m pre-marital sex,
birth control pills,
a third sin,
I forget what. 

Every Sunday you went
to hear a priest rant, 

I stayed home
thinking about
you beneath me. 

At least I’m honest,
the avowed atheist,
I never hid my rebellion
beneath red satin panties
and rosary beads.
Written by L_Munro
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