If You Recall The Others
These are my secrets that I keep hid
From prizing fingers and eager lids.
These are my lies I tender quick
In my secret garden by the gate
Of pregnant dreams or longings did.
Facts undone here visit me,
In placid moments they tempt me out -
A snail's pace, a wet snout
Touches the glass, recoils, a pig squeals -
No! They cannot kill it,
Just for desire, it were no crime
To simply admire while committing the sin
That all men did. Besides,
It was in another country
And I could be dead but for this:
She loved me, that was moot -
Her father was a man too, her mother
The shoot, from a long line of lovers.