One More Secret
Perplexed,
I continue
to take this
drifting dream.
Who wouldn’t?
I am with you.
I would not have
it any other way.
Still, it is not
real. I know.
Perplexed,
we hold hands
for the first
time. We kiss
for the first time.
It feels strange in
the morning when
I see you.
I keep one
more secret
to myself.
Born in Mexico, Luis lives in Southern California, and works in the mental field. His poems
online and in print, have appeared in Blue Collar Review, Kendra Steiner Editions, Pygmy
Forest Press, Runcible Spoon, and Yellow Mama Magazine.
Fixator Press 