that secret that you know
but you don't know how to tell
makes you believe in eyes tossed
upwards, towards, inwards, sentient
applause from the back of my mind,
watching through binoculars the opera
of your heart and the angel of your
person, I suppose if I were going to
admit it I'd say

Peter's gates

open for me

everytime

you part your lips

to kiss me.