Secret

 

 

They think

we are

 

lesser than this,

‘as if the night

 

blew our souls

away.’

 

I believe their

smiles are laced

 

with poison

 

‘perfume from

Oleander

 

the eagles flight,

this moment is

 

silence.’

 

They ask for

omnipotence

 

& we gladly

give away

 

our children:

 

‘nurtured &

hard won

 

their small faces

open to the light.’

 

Days evolve

into century,

 

I sit at the

corner of

 

nowhere,

stretch out

 

to rearch

the small

 

path home.

 

I gave away

everything

 

handed it over

gladly,

 

& you

 

return to me

unseen

 

‘a whisper

of slender’

 

smiling from

berry lips

 

stained with

the kisses

 

of another.

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