today i found a secret door
i did not open it
some things should remain
hidden
but not all things
i wanted to whisper all my
secrets
Into your ear
you kept turning your head
turning my secrets into
kisses
or perhaps i turned our
kisses
into secrets
or (perhaps) the door
should remain closed
or (perhaps) i still want
to open it
or (perhaps) i’m tired of
secrets
or (perhaps) i’ve grown
hard of hearing
i keep running into doors
and never through them
i have the bruises as
witnesses
they speak to me at night
until all i can think of is
your mouth
the
way you say my name
