Secret Poem

I give you a secret poem

misted with a kiss.

A tiny worded sin

picked from a pocket of time.

A palm. A charm.

As dangerous as a flame.

To be burnt, loved

read, risked.

Reminisced.

To be found one day:

a covert kiss,

a quick glance,

a tender brush,

a smile, a sly touch.

Too much.

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