meditations on secrets - #2

1.

I try not to dress for the ocassion,
in fact, it is clearly a mistake
if I look like I belong.

I have no judgements about faking it.

The hard lines and chiseled features
masking inconsolable confusion
become permanent with wear.

We can wear our emotions the same way.

I am pretty sure that dreams
don't actually mean anything
even when they are real.

But lord knows I need them.

2.

I resent waking up with an erection
after dreaming of nameless faces
and faceless names.

I resent the weight of it all.

3.

The thin line separating support
and constraint are shattered
with the scent of a heavy breath.

When balmy skin itches under
the softest cloth, I wonder
how frightful my nakedness.

How frightful. That heavy
touch.

4.

All whispers are heard
so be careful. Don't even
think it.

Not under an open sky
filled with perfect stars
and a dominating moon
casting infinite shadows
from my dangling arms.

Pull the arms in tight
like how a smoker takes
a drag after a long break.

It brings in a certain
sense of relief related
to its affliction.