If You Need Forgiven

Approaching The Cup

You once told me,
If you need forgiven you'll steal again.
We did, and sold for gain—yet wept
As if an eye could see, as if…

She only trusted herself in sleep.
Rip the map, dream.

Waking as an exile,
She arrived at the gate,
The wrong man still swinging
From a senator's bought noose.

Woman who stole with me,
if you find this
allow for my deceit
and decipher the code
as I taught you.