Secrets

I
envy – in
the way her lipstick contemplates
the contours
of her mouth.

Always for the first time
in unknown
places we would dance.
Concealed minds, mingling
as the
flowers
languish to impressions.

Never not for
a moment - in the
time it takes to breathe
did we stoop
to
raise the tempo.

Absent stumbles, persuading
dark
ridges
that jade observers eyes.

Our favoured parallel minds
leaving misplaced
doubts -

leaning dormant in
repose.