I speak mysteries
History calls it poetry
My pen bleeds
Of love unfound
Virgin pages
In lust
For ink
And kisses 
Of your lips

This secret I keep
Disfigures my chest
I speak mysteries 
Only the skies
Can unfold 
The light of us
Reflects in the dark

A past
I cannot get back
I dress up in poems
For you
As I water the memory of us
And watch you blossom
In my mind



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