THE SECRET

By Charles Robert Lindholm 

always leave them wanting more
no tears, no crying or sad goodbye
just whispered words, a warm caress
and a kiss they’ll long for ‘til they die 

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Pretend Wife

A pretend wife am I—
My body belongs to you
But another man claims my soul

Silent Love in Distant Places

Monorhyme

Deep within and hid from faces
Drawing on the Father’s graces

Shielding Innocence

All those who have travelled this path before
A secret written in invisible ink taken to the grave
Testimony to heart pure as snow, a blank slate
Most dangerous place, vulnerable to temptation
Those who are bitten once, on their guard
Silence seal their lips, guardian angels they are not

Paper Heart

Cardstock

Glue

Strips of torn colored silk

Tiny silver beads

Feather found

On a walk

We took together

Lava Tunnel

Lava Tunnel

In a simple field, no different from any other
Is a clump of small trees with a dark secret
Amongst their roots, we tiptoe down a rocky slope
Into blackness.

Man’s Passcode

trees, rocks, sand
snakes, lilies, moss
bees, butterflies, sunflower
horses, bears, snow
parrots, hornbills, twig
lions, camels, desert

The Hallelujah cupboard

 

In the corner of our dining room
Unassuming, standing there
Is an old brown, two-door cupboard
With a secret for to share

A Little Principle

here I paint a little secret
essence of every relationship
strange, maybe hard to get
for moments that often flip

Will I ever know?

Will I ever know if you loved me?
Will you ever say those words to me now?
Will you ever tell me your secret?
I’m trying to figure out how.

Secret of Life: Haiku Form

Feelings, white icebergs
Thoughts, Stone Age stones lying bare
Uncover, rub, find

Our Tendencies

As I look back

A nature banal

Struck by what others lack

Tendencies universal

To gawk at a lack

Feel the emptiness

From a chide to flak

Chained by loathness

Hunger

 

I hunger for a sweet glimpse of you,

a primitive desire to consume you.

To take you, selfishly, ravenously.

I crave your touch, gentle fingertips

on my arched back, hands tangled

in my hair, lips seeking out every

crevice. Every hidden secret nook.