Secrets.
What are the secrets that you have not told?
The secrets that wind around your heart,
and close off the ducts that allow the nectar born of cardiac tissue to flow outward,
so as to infuse the bones and joints with the sultry juice of cosmic bliss.
This fluid, held in too long, calcifies, making a prison out of the stuff
that forms the brillance of the moon.
These secrets, deep and hidden even from you,
form the cement in the throat,
harden the bones until they are a brittle disaster
create the milky filmed coating over the eyes
and the pain deep in the center of the forehead
that causes the cracked lines of concentration to appear between the brows,
frown lines to form around the lips that were meant only to sip in sweetness
And the shoulders to roll inwardly
Until the palms face behind,
Hoping they may catch something that may have inadvertently
Dropped from between the blade edges of your shoulders.
This secret, the one that jumped out so suddenly,
from the shock of its own recognition
let go of its hold
of the pulmonary artery
and created a chain of destruction in the organisim.
As the unfamiliar fluid began to ooze out in tiny drops
the size of bats tears
down into the maze of capillaries that form a net under your skin,
the haze began to clear,
the bones regained some softness
the cement realized a crack
and the calcification began to tremble.
The problem is, once this magnificent prison
gets even the smallest of fissures
all secrets are in trouble.
They are on the run.
and they too begin to tremble
without realizing
this only accelerates the process
of their destruction.