27 July 2010

Book of Secrets

Page upon page
line after line
the book of secrets

Invisible whorls and ridges
imprints of the one who writes
are pressed onto paper
like petals between pages

A hand directs the pen
as soft skin glides
across a smooth surface
trailing the scent of vanilla

Once hidden thoughts
now etched in black on white
become half-secrets
but indecipherable still

As most cannot see
beyond the ink and paper
except for the one
to whom the secrets are written.

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