Secrets
SECRETS
stop crying open your hands
here is my secret for you to
accept and comprehend
to paralyze and analyze
to squeeze the breath
from red blood cells
straight from the heart
please step in and try
to take part as I peel
Godiva psyche clean
priceless and quiet
chandelier sparks
of delight
my secret…
be stupidly happy
candidly high
decidedly wacky
sequels in leaflets
on beaches of
deepest
uniqueness
like cherry lollies on wooden sticks
turning high-fives into a slick six
© Kim van Breda—13 October 2015
Copyright © Kim Van Breda | Year Posted 2015
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