Our secrets Don't tell anyone but her secrets swirl, Secrets piled up since her birth, Layers on layers like marble on river bed, Some fluid, Some solid all mixed up. On bad days, whirlpools churn around, Like tempest in deep sea, or in doldrums, All secrets, painful and ecstatic for her, Vortex leading to her tender heart. Prithee my dear, don't torment yourself, Spill it to me, so would I, My secrets, Liberated by our confessions, free we are, Hearts and minds redeemed will rejoice. Nothing sinful or virtue, It's all an act, It's all in our minds, who cares what others say. #secrets #whirlpool #tempest