There are words

There are words

Too meaningful to share

Too powerful

Shrouded in mystery

Venerated when repeated

In seclusion

Whispered in private

Honeyed between the lips

Of lovers

Given freely in passion

Sweet words gentle as a warm embrace

As intimate as the good night

Kiss before bedtime

Words hidden from strangers

Their existence denied

For fear of betrayal

Their beauty distorted

Deemed an insurrection

Given over to the burning

Lost to history

Every one a fragile bird

With too much life to be held captive

Their every nuance lost

In the frenzy of flight

Oh majesty of meaning

Savoured in sweetly flavoured morsels

Each word rolled around a

Probing tongue

Flouting probity

In an ecstasy of mutuality

As the discreet intimacy

In every rounded sound

Is impressed with the secrecy

Of an intrapersonal

Interpretation

Something only we know

And on occasion

Fearing dissolution

In a slough

Of inconsequential repetition

Some words

Are simply not

For telling.