Some things need to remain secret in order to remain.
Some things, dragged into the gaze of more than two people, loose their beauty.
Some things, whispered or yelled into the ears of more than one person, become a clanging cymbal.
Some things, smelled by the multitude, turn from fragrance to stench.
Some things, tasted by more than four lips, transform savor into sourness.
Some things, felt by other skin than the familiar, loose the magnificence of touch.
These things are the big and little and ridiculous banalities that bring plenty to my life with you, my love to you, and your love to me.
They belong to us – or they are not.
(A.K. Sept 2014)