The secret

I know the flesh has a secret

Deeper than the deepest sea

It’s only an exception from the dark

Lighting a thousand minds

But, sometimes

We’re homeless and far away from home

We need it

We beg for the secret

We pray for the secret.

We beg, we pray, we need.

(You won’t find it, anyway).

Once, in that lonely times

I thought that it was just right there

Dancing in his beautiful skin

Calling me with whispers

Atracting me with thirsty fingers.

And I used to believe that lie.

Now I know

In the loneliness of the corner of my room

That the secret of the flesh, is a secret

Deepest, than the deepest sea.