OK, so my 10,000 words in 100 days plan has gone badly awry but I’m back on it now!
My holy father tells me that I’m sinful.
I wish I’d never mentioned it now; the strange, spiralling thrill that climbs through my body at a man’s touch…
The way lads look at me, and I at them; how easy, oh how easy it would be to touch, to kiss…
I hear his breathing rasp behind the grille, but all he says is “Pray, and beg forgiveness.”
I do not tell him all.
I’m not a simpleton. I know what goodwives do to bring forth babies.
Perhaps I’ll have a marriage in this church and, consecrated, sin myself to heaven.
Tom Juniper Poetry 