NO ONE MUST KNOW


You lean to my side
tickling my desires.

Below my clothes
I quiver in infinities.

Others lean towards us.
Do they sense

your exhale is my inhale,
your out, my in?

We sit motionless
but betray ourselves,

glancing around
to see if anyone is looking.


- Judith Pordon

Published in.
Austin Inernational Poetry Anthology
March 2001
Editor: Scott Wiggerman