entre nous

Sub Rosa

this secret,

the world turns quietly at night
pretending not to know

the sound of these words
does not seem real

more
a whisper, a hush, a breath

the way rain fades
into the background
after it begins

the new morning
arriving
with little fanfare

slipping in and out of sleep,
rumination loses its grasp
to the warmth of recognition,
the sigh of you beside me

the secret between us
cradled sub rosa,
safe from apocrypha