Read Poem: SECRET LOVER, by Andrew Gelao

I awake from restless sleep
Tired but happy, for I know
She waits for me

The city sleeps
so now we meet
For few others understand the attraction
Maybe they don’t speak her language?
But I can hear her calling me

I arrive at our tryst as the mist
rises off her body
The gentle offshore
undressing her for me
Slowly peeling, silently revealing
The full curves of her shape

We touch, and I shudder
I glide over her skin,
silky, smooth
Glistening in the morning sun
I reach her shoulder and look across
Into her tunnel of love

Spitting, spinning
And in her glassy face I see my own
Grinning.

For all around me rages power and passion
But I can see the calm in her heart
Where there is a space for me,
And soon I am inside her.

Again and again I go, until I am spent
I draw myself from her dripping
Tired but Smiling, I head back towards the world
But as I go, I turn
And gaze across my love once more.
And I know
That she will never leave me

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