i'm not telling you my secrets
in the very core of me
lying within deep
there seeps a vacancy
this is where my secrets hide
prismatic, budding, penetrating
i want you there
reading every word
ones never heard by another
breathe me in
smothered
allow each letter to cut you
cry tears, stain me
drain you
into me
fight the pages as they turn
burn us to ash
i'm not telling you my secrets
wear them
scarred like me
integrate them, shattered
piercing your heart
bleed with me
on a worn bed of lies
place a bookmark there
where your fingertips touch
to remind us
we've left off here
study me torn
sharp edges
paper cuts wedged on your tongue
undo my stitching
ease my twitching
between the lines we are hidden
our lips pressed in the bind
may i sign your soul?
~~~~~~
"He that has eyes to see and ears to hear
may convince himself that no mortal can keep a secret.
If his lips are silent, he chatters with his fingertips;
betrayal oozes out of him at every pore."
~ Sigmund Freud ~
©tk 7.03.2009
"He that has eyes to see and ears to hear
may convince himself that no mortal can keep a secret.
If his lips are silent, he chatters with his fingertips;
betrayal oozes out of him at every pore."
~ Sigmund Freud ~
©tk 7.03.2009
Very nicely expressed, Tracy!
