​​​​​Secrets
You wanted me to have secrets,
even knowing that
the blunt truths of the world
took so much,
I didn't have energy to spare
for hidden things.

You wanted me to have secrets,
for me to give them
as demonstration of an intimacy
that didn't need
such contrivances between us.

You wanted me to have secrets,
for me to wear them

like lingerie
draped about my soul,
so that you could
peel them away
layer by layer.

You wanted me to have secrets,
you never seeing
that my bared and naked story,
offered up without guile,
was enough.

You wanted me to have secrets,
and you wanted me to have them
with you.
                       ©2019 Annette Meserve



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