Secrets

I am a poet

the secrets I see

in rehearsed caffeinations

are mine to keep;

to stay within

to stray without

clinical boredom

or clerical doubt;

how you paint

is how I write

to live in words

in sound and sight;

but these margins

and white space

have a different story

and a different face;

if this disguise

is nothing but grace

the soft folds

of satin and lace

then what they hide

is softer still

a whisper hushed

by a lover's quill.

Author's Note

Tell me what it made you feel. I find it more on the mysterious side but a couple of friends found it more on the sad and lonely side. So I'm ultimately conflicted about the feeling this piece conveys.

Thanks for reading!