Your Secret

Your secret
Stands on two tall legs
I recognize her
As I was once
Someone else’s
Secret dunce
Hidden between
The betrayal
Of an ego’s screen
She did not know
Nor did I 
We were blameless
Hands and eyes
Blinded by 
A lover’s guise
Tending to fevers
Sweeping floors
While the other
Was out of doors
Your secret stands
On two tall legs
Her footsteps pure
Devoid of rue
She seems to stand
Much taller than you

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