Locked Secrets

Sharing my deepest, darkest secrets

must wait for my crooked silver halo

to stream its jet of blackened images.

Locked in sleep in gilded moonbeams

my deep abyss is tangled and interwoven

chaotic in pit where prisoner can’t escape.

The murky shadows are tucked in pockets,

incarcerated deeply in my fiery memories

to be taken out now and then and savored

a carnal taste on my tongue of gilded past.

And oh! How invigorating and alive it was

so sensual, pure, intense and exciting

opening up my world to life’s pleasures.

It’s said that one should learn from,

not repeat mistakes of the past.

But I want to relive them in glory

my deepest, darkest secrets cherished

tucked in scrapbooks and flashbacks

yearning to resurrect the feelings I had

buried but still alive, ready to awaken.