My Confession (new poem)

This is my confession.
My re-entry.

Shadow-dancing with a spider,
I raise the stars,
I blush the moon.

This is my confession.
My re-entry.

Alive. I feel.
Under salt,
scars bloom.

No lighthouse arms.
No lighthouse arms.
No lighthouse arms.

This is my confession.
My re-entry.

I breathe. I am.
Shadow-dancing with your soul,
visiting the sky-ceiling.
Until the moon turns dark,
and the stars won’t shine.

This is my confession.
My re-entry.