Sunday, February 10, 2008

Nonfiction

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

1 comment:

Art2 said...

You always have that touch of mystery in your work that makes me want to ask so many more questions!

Thanks for stopping by and reading.