Heat climbs up my neck to my ears.
Are my eyes smoldering?
Does smoke escape my lips?
I'm drowning in each glance we pretend not to share.
In the lies I tell with the turn of my head.
In my coded words.
In my omitted truths.
In knowing the exact shade of your eyes.
I return to the memory of each, justified.
I want to have a secret.
And that secret is you.
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