secrets

that hidden place 

where secrets go

a tiny room 

only lovers know 

latent time 

where I have no will 

a memory that 

is hard to kill 

we dance the dance 

and sing a tune 

off kilter 

and a bit off key 

in the next life 

we might get it right 

but for a while 

it served its need 

you scratch a heart 

into a dead tree 

initials there 

for you and me 

and if no one 

is there when it bleeds

are there sound waves

amongst the trees

Poetry by M.J.B. is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License