ninji

no secrets and no spies

there is.
no such.
thing as.
a bonafide.
secret.

everyone has.
that one.
confidante who.
has that.
one confidant.

in truth, even if you have a secret hunger
secret yearning, a secret sadness,
your body reveals it. that
persistent, nagging cough when you report for duty
at work, or in the bedroom and
you can't get what you want
to say outta your throat

your heartbeat races when you meet the eyes
of your unrequited beloved and the body must
look away before the tell-all rush of blood,
of good feeling,
reveals all.

just as the telltale heart details of a faux pas,
a crime committed, or, god help you,
a wrong righted, all secrets will out.

in the swish of your skirt in the flow of your
honey in the roll of your eyes in the flutter of your
lashes. you're on the phone and crossing fingers.
"it's all right," you tell him. "everything is just all right."
when what you'd meant to say makes its way to
his bloodflow, to the hard center in the warmest place inside him.

i didn't say secrets always spoke in english,
but the divine mindset, our universal onespeak,
it knows.
no.
secrets.

4 9 03
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still crazy after all these posts.