A taste in the mouth

O unknowable land
of familiar stories,
your secrets concealed
behind invisible masks
for us to uncover.

A teasing now and again,
sparkles and glimpses
that hide before they show.

A taste in the mouth
just enough to know
there’s nowhere else to be,
nothing else to do.

Lured by your mystery,
holding in a wait
that never ends
and never begins.

The louder you whisper
the less I know,
the less I know
the more I am.

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