mysteries kept

dreams about old lovers
creep up unannounced
troubling afternoon sleep

was there anything
undiscovered, something
pulsing in our chests
with more than simple animal
desire, our vision of it
clouded by our wanton
satiation in each other?

we cannot look into
each other’s faces
without seeing the
secrets dangling from
lips we used to kiss

clandestine lovers
the exchange of flesh
halted before it
ever reached
the heart.

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