Poems

Sympathy

I wince
whenever your name comes up
All ears, I seal my lips
keeping your secret a secret
 
(... Your mouth is ripe with desire
your eyes brim with tenderness
your body trembles as it calls... )
 
Anyone who mentions you cuts me to the quick,
and so I come to you in the heat of the noon
to whisper the story of dawn
 
You...
You...
My only creed!