secret.txt

you,  one who sighs and yawns  crawls and nips
fallen from emptiness and all seamless words between.
what name have you given me in secret?  what name
did i never call you by?

in my dream, you left me scraps of paper to read by moonlight,
written with the names of colors:

green-  tired eyes.  damp with dew at morning;
warm blanket inside cold-  that is night.

and darkest blue
dimming downwards towards black-  your name for night.  and

my crimson-  blood i collect in a paper bag  heavy in its holding
that rips and spills  pouring out into your scattered notes.
the pulp of each paper  creeping from white, to red,
to red,  growing to a stem,  then a flower,  blooms
in the color still written on its face.

i collected this bouquet in my hands  the smell of lilac
and placed it at your feet.  you began to cry

and my world fell away.  your tears turned to cold rain
in a field of grey flowers.  and as each was struck by water
they shriveled back to soaked paper  now holding each, a single name
written in a language i could not read.

you took my arm and led me among them,  now gravestones.
and as you pointed to each, you whispered a name of an ancestor
and a story for each

and as we came to the last stone, we stopped to see instead
a living child  fresh in blood  staring about
with new, wet eyes.  and you picked it up and held it to you,
your secret


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