loose threads

a smattering of things

  • secrets  secrets
         secrets   secrets
      secrets  secrets
              secrets
          secrets
             secrets
    
    lean in close
        so i can whisper
      all my secrets
    
    -rjm
  • last night I cupped your head in my hand
    and fed you all of my truths;
    you gulped thirstily,
    until a rivulet escaped your lips,
    forming a pathway of secrets down the curve of your chin
    whereupon they dropped into gravity,
    sprouted wings,
    and carried us away

    -rjm