Secret

Jennifer Paige©1997

I secretly long for the kiss he never gave

The touch he never shared

The look he never glanced

            How does his skin taste?

            His hair feel?

            His body move beneath me?

How does he scream his sweaty wonderlust?

Does he love the rain?

Where is the beauty he finds in me?

            Will he touch it?

Does he smile from what I’ve done?

            Or what I shall do?

Will he warm the winter?

Cool the summer?

Protect the sleeper?

Ease the demons away?

Does he believe me when I say

            I talk to faeries?

            That I’m a prophet

            With a gift that must not go to waste?

Does he agree?

Will he find me hiding and cower too?

Can I save him if the time were there?

How much darkness does he dabble in?

Is there light there?

Does he think about me now

            Like I obsess over him?

Does he want more?

            Does he play movies of me in his head?

            Dream of me?

            Eat of me?

            Drink of me?

            Long and want of me?

Does tomorrow revolve around the sound of my voice?

Am I his god—his religion—his salvation?

Does he even love at all?

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