secretes

wanting to touch
what in heaven i trust
are the eyes of one
haunting me…
tempting quietly
a sacred ‘these’
in a ‘this’ of ‘there’
which i can taste
in a breath of air
and my whisper
wants to touch
your mind;...
Especially,
and especially…
hear.

exquisite it is
and simple within
endless complexity
from a distant wind

i can love…
anonymity
be a nameless
and a faceless me
and with a coy smile
i can keep a hope
in a secret place
have a special wish
for a magic force
to undo the anguish
and give me a voice…
shhh….
Call me the magic and
you’re the secrets chorus.