Secret

not carnal, it is more than
primal, not of
this realm
  
finessed beyond flesh,
beyond a veil of sizzle
and smolder
     
     softly spilled onto 
     a smooth plane
     of shimmer...silken,
     serene, textured of 
     starlight, enfolded 
     tenderly in my
     forever dreams

it is hidden 
here, in infinite secret, 
because you are

     innocent 

of even knowing  
my name

this dreaming of a normal life is still mine
and that streak lifting from the sea into clouds, 
wounding heaven, is mine also

you could lead me by the hand if you made
believe you're with me, if I were fool enough
to follow after, and if what held me,
if what you said, rang true and lay in 
your power

I wish what held me here at the threshold
was our true selves, and I could lend you
a face, conjure up your form. But it's not, 
it's not like that

The sea horse hiding between rocks and sliding
between mates knows how to use us. We
belong to him but don't know it

No. We are him and we think we're us

--Jo VonBargen 2011

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