Secret Loving Poem by Sarah Sisson

If the music is loud enough…
…no one coming thru will ever know.
We make internal noise of passion…
…grasping secrets …
…right in the room…
…where we act like nothing is between us.
Our moments are sparse.
I will not ask what power I have over you.
Insecure… I belittle what you think of me.
But I do see your eyes wander away from my face…
…and I see your need to hold my body next to yours…
…and I relish every moment.