Confession

By the pool and up the yard
I fooled as a third-rate bard
Dusklit I tried to confess
Husked half-lies to your Tess
Swinging see-saw she saw me
Clearly caught while I fell free
After under doomdark moon
Weeding willows from our dune
With the wedding wrapped away
You confronted this young stray
Dawnbathed carp splashed in rose red
And I took Tess and you were dead.