THE SECRET HEART
No blacklisted emotion here. Just slow-motion scenes and fluid, fecund clutches. We made a place, secret, where we could hide, my heart in yours, and yours in mine.
Anticipatory glances are more than nurtured in this unseen circumstance. What lies beyond that smirk, behind that curve? Fingers trace a course from the corner of your eye to the corner of your mouth. Such wealth to be had in the peaks of your chest, and the valleys of your neck, and belly, and ahh...
Is there really even a world happening around us?
Slow-motion swings and felicitous sways. Reeling backward, unafraid. I can be anyone with you. Grasp it sharply, searchingly. Electric charges, energy-vibratos, flowing between, exchanging within. I can hear your secrets. Can you hear mine, too? I can breathe it all, your majesty, the light, the dark, your vicissitudes.
Surreptitious workings without any clues, they fasten secrets in lockets on chains surrounding our hearts. Secrets to them, no secrets to us. Embedded together. Infinity.
Slow-motion turns in waves of zeal, no hesitation: I will feel what you feel.
CAS 11.10.15 06.58
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