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.