First Sin

First Sin

The cross,
heavy on
budding breasts,
blisters skin
with the weight
of my
sin.

Steven,
blond boy
of luminous youth,
brushes my mouth
with the first
of sin's kisses.

Christ,
draped on
sterile silver,
damns me
with holy eyes
and later,
I bury him
in a tangled
tomb of
Tampax.