dirty little secret
do you remember the fireworks
back then
when we hid behind purple walls
praying they wouldn’t see
the clouds of lavender smoke
that our passion
left behind
hiding this love in the backs of drawers
stuffing it into crowded front pockets
behind the boxes in the back of your closet
you kept my lips warm that autumn
my emptiness felt so full
you really were a magician
a beautiful mirage,
oh wasn’t it?