Mea Culpa

It was an ephemeral lack of self-restraint.
I was myopic. I was ecstatic.

It was an insidious afternoon.
People are starting to pare off
The remnants of the plaintive storm.
It was a day of levity.
After all, I was with a mawkish paramour.

The first sojourn was a dismal failure.
She was a bilious sapphic artisan.
I excoriated her sanity.

The second was a feliticious success.
I haggled. I cavorted.
I was finally au fait with my ultimate desire.

The sane prodigy marked it with parity.
In half about a second,
He was able to puncture through.
The surpassing was exultant.
There was an unwitting absence of pain.
I was with coagulated excitement.

It was a such carte blanche afternoon.
Now, a metal vestige of that day
Will forever hang on my center.

I am surmounting the compunction.
I am with charlatan guilt.