The Secret Poem by james watkin

The Secret



With excitement of a bee
One mind, with its secret
Pollinates another.
Swells to betray, all summer long
What no bough can smother!

Not as a body I sneaked her
But as vignette between
The sanctums of our fear.
Not so loud, who recognises
Herself could overhear!

Monday, November 5, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: love
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Bernard F. Asuncion 06 November 2018

James, such a lovely poem........................

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