secret

i bet i would write the most beautiul poem
while in his embrace
my pen making strokes
while he strokes my hair
and gently kisses my neck
not sure why i choose to
create these moments
knowing they will never happen
maybe because watching them
feels nice
feels right
a beautiful love affair
silent love affair
no spoken words
just looks
and touches
i would be gentle
let my fingers
become feathers
so that it
almost feels
unreal
he's my secret
protected from reality
dwelling in my imagination
kissed passionately
and frequently
i savor the sweet taste
of happiness
that exists when our lips meet
but settle for pen wars
knowing that i surrendered long ago
now i write
so that
he can read
all that i may never say