A Secret Until Further Notice

by Joshua Rhett Miller



Someone said once said love can assuredly bloom too soon,
like a flower cut down by the angry sun's frown, unable to satiate
its thirst thanks to something else seeking the obverse.
Habit heeds us to cultivate the connection, to allow every esoteric
play a chance to overflow upon a stage --
only to reveal the raw, unleash our flaws for two actors to whimsically portray.

Well enter two infant stars, if you will, rife with respect
of how to shine through walls, capturing a glimpse of
forever without succumbing to thoughts of a pitfall.
A glance quickly became happenstance as to how their
karma kissed that night, they were strangers seconds
before and now never again, running with one breath,
exhaling chest to chest. How or why was never a thought,
absorbing the banter and caressing the candor trumped
all else since endless treasure was to be sought.
Like a spider mum the truest colors have yet to come,
but sleep soundly recognizing the electric rainbow
that has just begun.
So know that love hath no reign for the truly touched,
or those with little more than yes -- they spend Saturdays
solely to bask in a kinder version of the aforementioned
sun. For on the setting side, when storms lurk and rain rocks
the roof above, another altruistic aura will be here to sop the
flooded floor with love.