Secret

  They thinkwe are lesser than this,‘as if the night blew our souls away.’ I believe theirsmiles are laced with poison ‘perfume fromOleander the eagles flight,this moment is  silence.’ They ask foromnipotence & we gladlygive away our children: ‘nurtured &hard won their small facesopen to the light.’ Days evolveinto century, I sit at thecorner of nowhere,stretch out to rearchthe small path home. I gave awayeverything handed it overgladly, & you return to meunseen ‘a whisper of slender’ smiling fromberry lips stained withthe kisses of another.