A secret

Can I tell you a secret?

Come closer

It’s a midnight whisper

let’s swear it in blood,

and not share it:

With eyes of the colour of lugs

the wickedness on his lips

and the intelligence in his words

(I want him)

He has long, bloody fingers

family far away

and he knows more about sin than forgiveness

(I desire him)

There is a stress on his shoulders that he doesn’t talk about

the scent of bonfires nights that haunts me

and the warmth that feeds me

(I need him)

he is not mine

he shall never be,

maybe he wants me

maybe he doesn’t

and I only know that I would never dare,

but, God, if I love him in secret.

TA.