Don't give away
all your beauty for free.
Let there be a portion of your silence
that falls into a deeper silence,
pulsing like a distant star
in the scented abyss of your
intimacy with darkness.
Learn the art of not revealing
what you yearn to share
with every thirsty stranger.
Let your luster be like the moon
pulling on the garden
from within.
We all share this night.
Now and then a green nocturnal bud
bursts free.
Pilgrims stop and want to know,
"What is that fragrance?"
Don't tell them.
Just let your wild
invisible sweetness fill
the air, the hour
before dawn.
Love is a secret.
The Beloved is a secret.
You could be a secret too.
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