Sonnet #399

 I have some secrets that I cannot tell

About the things that happened to us

If you get to know me more than well

Perhaps I’ll tell you who did them to us

We call it intimacy, perhaps, to speak of

All these hidden scars that we don’t want 

To mark us where the world can see, love

Me where i hide from the world, in my haunted

Places; the world asks the same of us: find secrets

Where she does not wish to share and love her anyway

Dig into the caves and dark corners and regrets

Of the creation glorious the lost species and far away

Nebulae, all the pains of history and broken men

Who broke the world, see them all, love them