C.O.

Some confessions are meant to be kept
slipped snuggly in the back pocket
scribbled on Ivex pastry paper.

The thought could not escape you,
but the words to capture, could.
The mood might nearly rape you
from all you’ve understood.
He’s not acquainted with your secret,
you’d tell him but the truth:
you cannot disclose this emotion
in an explicitly expressive fashion.
It’s un-revealable
because it’s inconceivable
to the common mind.

You continue to keep the secret
because you want to conceal the conundrum
that his mind might also be frequent.