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 search

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.