2018.07.02

a short poem about love in secret

We existed between sun and clouds, between brick walls and ivy curtains;

we existed in the night, under silent stars and sleeping moons, in the quiet where no one could hear our breathing and our secrets.

When I loved you, I loved you with all the time we did not exist;

I took our names and engraved them in the sand, traced them in the constellations;

every hour we existed was magic, or maybe it was the magic that made us, a magic that ceases to exist when the secret is revealed.

We were alive with every heartbeat, every shushed murmur and graze of skin on skin; in every moment we were in love.

I loved you in the dark of the theater, between the moonlit car seats, through the secret corridors among dust and soil —

I existed only when you loved me

and you existed even when I didn’t love you.