In a confessional.
I see you
Through a lattice of shadows.
I pretend
We have a secret love—
So secret
I won’t admit it myself.
You're the unspoken beauty
Of night’s mysteries;
I don’t deny it—
Just don’t speak it.
But secrets acquire
Mass and gravity—
Crush a man
With their reality…
I'd unburden myself
For your touch,
But the secret between us
is our love.