Monday Poem: To Shape a Secret

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To Shape a Secret

We search for signs
and give the power
of names to all
we see and all we hold,

keeping special secret names
for all we know,
but cannot see
and could never dare to touch.

Your hand moves
through the air to shape
a secret between us both
neither of us will speak of

outside these bare walls
holding us close
to each other, never more
than half a bed apart

as we both try to deny
wanting these times
to spread out through
all our future days

until there is no space
between our coming together
and all our long lonely days
and too inevitable partings.