I don't tell you I love you

a silence would be worse than keeping this heavy secret

I see your face, sneak a sideways look at the pictures I keep in a secret drawer

Walking, and my thighs stroke each other, whispering your name

When you make me laugh, when I hear your voice in my head, that word that wets me, I don't tell you then

I feel your hands on my body in my dreams, cupping my breasts, stroking the softness between my legs. You pet all the round places. That sneaked, sparked blue look, blue of your eyes and mine

It's then too I don't tell