secrets are stories
shared at night
the lights too low
to see my eyes
and you can only hear
the voice of reason
its edges
frayed with shame
where my duality
meets the both of you
and we find each other
times two
in the light
of morning
when I wake
to feel your heart
under my hand
so close
I could tear it out
if you hadn’t already
given it to me
when I told you that
secrets are stories
