FOR THE GODS' SAKE

stay a mystery.

Let me do
with you
what I want.

Keep
your secrets
& keep
your stains.

Keep
whatever is old
new, unknowable.

Once you tell me,
even in the bluest whispers,
it's twisted
by the very air
pushing against
our skin.
Instead,
I will watch
that which moves
without thought
or motive;
I will know you
by your absence.

Norman Savage
Greenwich Village, 2016