Between Your Secret

Between your secret and by His, is her silence is it poetry can you taste the air or not jet plains contrails long white finger ocean spray fills the air and His simple word each boy and girl i can't see their pretty faces white my pearls around your neck she is made of blood and being tired the butterfly being wet, 'the waves upon her shore are distant white and buttered jars of green grape leaves between your secret, 'is my hand. and by Your hand it is i'm loved. when i see your face inside your panties i stay free and being called by you, 'i see the shadow of my keeper.