If truth be told secrets dance between us
The way you spun me at a party,
In your arms, twirling across the floor
Landing with my back to your chest.
My head is on your shoulders.If truth be told our soft kisses speak
A thousand words before dinner
On a lazy Sunday afternoon.
In January's grey light
We hold each other's hands and smileIf truth be told I like the secrets we have
Waiting to be unwrapped by the other.
Dancing around our facts or fictions
With soft kisses in the silence
Wondering, is there a truth to tell.
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Nights on Open Water
PoetryA collection of poems by liz glxy. Images by Provocateur Images unless otherwise noted.