Red and burning
Heart jumping
Pumping
A whisper of excitement
Concealed behind hesitant lips
Waiting to slip
Forget.

A smile etched
From words suppressed.
No one cares.
Circling like smoke in your mind,
The passions and thoughts you daren’t speak.

They hide in the deep
And secret places,
The shadowy spaces.
Such heartache it is that so many hide that which they love
For fear of being judged.

If our passion ran free
How brighter the world would be.
Free from chains
Of social restrain
Pain
And grief
Of loving that which is hard to love.

Dying to express,
Yet we digress
To the back of our shadowy minds
Where our passion is grown

Solitary and alone.