Forbidden
Sometimes, I want our
love to be
Discovered; like a
teenager, caught
With the lingering
smell of smoke
In her hair; or, a
stray bud at
A bachelor pad’s
ashtray with a
Lipstick mark. Some
tell-tale sign, a
Dead giveaway. But
then
We are way too
careful, burying
Passion in pillows and
Blankets, wiping off
evidence with
Kitchen paper towels
flushed, not thrown…
Sometimes, I want our
love to be
Discovered, but then I
realize that
It is not enough, this
love, between
Us. It never will be…
And while we will
Break down and
Melt and die and even
be
Reborn in each other,
inside
Each other, we
Will never never
Let our love be
discovered.
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