you speak to me in poems
i have a secret
so secret
it is secret even from myself
and can not be told.
you say you know
you say we know.
i look out of my face
entranced by your face’s
sudden luminosity.
do you know? i ask
do you know everything?
you glance down
i am drawn by your eyes.
there is no one here
in this room full of dancing people.
just me briefly believing
and you
knowing everything.