by Elisabeth Long

Created on: November 07, 2009

Secret

You shared your darkest secret;

offered it up-a gift

to me.

Your misery

strikes me to paralysis;

I am unable to move

from the intimate horror

of your offering.

You've torn through

demolishing the clever door I closed

safely behind myself.

Willingly I receive

your anguish;

I take it in

though it burns my lips,

choking all sound

from my throat.

My desire dwells

no longer in the depths

of my own past; it is you.

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