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Your Wild Secrets
by Ken Harnisch
I will hear your confession now
Because I must confess
Your wild secrets do so move me
And arouse
These ancient timbers with desire
And memories I do not share
Except in poems that no one else
Will read.
Yes, your secrets tantalize
And do so quickly fire
Both memory and want
But I will never tell you this
It is better you think of me
As some wizened sage, a friend
Than a man of passions
Raging hot and wild
Such illusions are a lot less
Disquieting, after all.
Remember, you need
All this sensual revelation
And what I need
well,
Id rather not make real
By giving it a name. 11/13/2000 Posted on 09/03/2003
Copyright © 2025 Ken Harnisch
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Kate Demeree on 09/04/03 at 01:02 PM I read this .. then re read it... and read it again. Every time I smiled, and it got deeper with each read. If I were to leave a brief comment.. it would simply read *wry grin* |
| Posted by JD Clay on 09/08/03 at 04:35 AM Uhhh, Ken! Aren't you the cagey one. I sense a shiver in those timbers, Hehe!
Peace... |
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