By: Lesly Portugal
I keep you like a most treasured secret,
closely, obsessively
and just for myself.
furtive, stolen touches
softly linger upon my skin
as an unspoken love letter
traced upon my body
with ink that only I can read.
illicit conversations wrap around my mind
like stolen silk,
it’s a blanket of beautiful and delicately subdued voices
a blanket of comfort against
the scrutiny of society.
They call me faithless
but alone with you I indulge in acts of the purest, yet surreptitious worship,
practiced illicitly because
to admit you is
to give you up.
Your name is a whisper upon my lips
and fire in my throat.
Whilst I want to shout you out for the world to hear
you can only remain stuck inside my esophagus,
such a sweet taste that I cannot speak about.