..To A Love That Must Remain Not Uttered Even In The Graves Poem by RIC BASTASA

it has been my wish today
to write you a poem of love
like a slight rain on the grass
a tap on your shoulder
not a wink from my eye it will
be vulgar
i like to send you a gentle hush
from my breaths
i could have told you in whisper
that i am ready for this moonless
night, where it will be dark, where
we do not speak, where our hands
are lovely in the cold, our bodies
wrapping up a present for our
two longing hearts.

you must understand that i am
never allowed by these rules to
even put your name.