The biggest secrets we keep
we never give voice to
our lips never pull taut across them
our bowstrings’ quivering arc
over an ivory expanse
but there are words for them, sure
deflated or still deflating
no air filling them up
unborn they marinate
inside a secret pool
our other mouth
making them daily
kneading them into truths
whispered ever deeper into us
still deeper than
any other human can hear,
smell, see, or taste
coming off the tongue
casual and leaping
as laughter
never that steam lifting
wafting, floating
forever out of you