Scorpio’s Secret
Though a Scorpio I am
A secret I do not hold
Pleasure or shame
It all sounds good
To think there is a secret still
Secret words exchanged
A kiss or two
A love no one knew
My memory is a wasteland
When it comes to secrets
My life an open book
No secrets here
Perhaps misunderstandings
Mistakes
Or sins
Nothing to tell…really
I go to my grave silently
Just for fun
Perhaps I could make something up
Something just a bit titillating
A horseman dressed in black
Came through the window
To steal a kiss
And never came back
April 1, 2018
National Poetry Writing Month
National Poetry Writing Month
3 comments:
Memory is always so much more complex (and wild) than now...
Luv that "horseman" tease. I won't ask if its true or made up. That will spoil the fun.
Happy you dropped by my Sunday Standard today Annell
much love...
This made me smile......especially the dark horseman!!!!
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