Our love is a hushed
secret, always swept
under the carpet
looking spotless on
the outside but bubbling
and steaming on
the
inside.

The carpet is our
passage to exploring a
new territory, a secret
escape screaming to
surface. Every secret
swept away only makes
our love
grow
stronger.

Between the hushed
whispers and stained
sheets, we find our way
to the place where
sensual secrets must
be hid and memories of
past escapes are safely
swept
away.

We hold our head up
high and assume our
normal activities,
pretending that
nobody
is
aware.

They stare wide-eyed but
never dare to say what
everybody already knows.
The scent of our escape
sticks to every pore. It’s
the only thing can’t be
swept
away.

The sweet
scent follows me
everywhere I go and
transfers to everything
I touch, making our
secret ready to
burst.

But, the carpet is swelling
with every sweep. Its shrill
cries are expanding to
the whole
school.

No more secrets can it hold.
Our special escape is
about to surface. I can
no longer sweep my
growing stomach
under
sweatshirts.

As I sit in
class, I think of your
clammy hands and
pale face. I hear your
soft voice soothing
my pain from our
first
secret.

That was no mistake. I
do not regret what we
chose. As I watch you
leave, a single tear
travels down the window
and lands inside my
shirt.

Our future life
together is the only
thing that sustains
my fragile,
listless
emotions.