and you thought you were a good liar

May 24, 2010

and you thought you were a good liar

we exist quite cautiously

in this dark space

before the sun rises,

imagining the scent of summer

in the air.

in a place where your eyes can’t see,

my left hand, like a small ghost,

glows.

it’s something exquisite:

parhelia in the arctic,

fish scales,

or a mirage.

the effortless black-ink words read,

I’ll carry this secret to the grave.