I talk loquaciously. Everyone does,
carefully crafting sentences to say
not so very much. Concealed within wells
of words swim the truths we hide like geishas
dancing behind facades of willingness.
I share suspiciously. Who doesn't, right?
We chose the secrets and their language from
among the silent core, an unveiling
of still feet, bare faces, and unpinned hair.
This secrets of secrets, this verbal fig leaf
hiding in plain sight what mustn't be said.
©2017 Stephanie Wright