Mona L
You hide your fears
behind your smiles
and turn cold
to keep from burning.
And you say that you need
neither covers nor names.
But you're a woman.
Your body's your weakness.
It spells out your secrets
and gives away your game.
I can see without your showing
and hear without your saying
that you're screaming to be seen.
Aching to be taken
and bursting to be burst.
Tearing to be torn
and burning to be burnt
with love and desire.
I wear masks
to conceal my emotions,
and play tough
because I've been broken.
And I lie when I say
that I give not a damn
about sympathy or fame.
I'm a man.
My body is my weakness.
It projects out my secrets,
and gives away my game.
I'm growing to reach you
and jetting out to meet you.
I'm bursting to take you,
and burning to burn you.
My mirror
Knows not my secret that
I'm dying to melt,
cover you with love
and name you:
Desire.