Poetry in Isolation, by Essie Lee

 Little Secrets

by Essie Lee




​Little Secrets 
 
Are a joy I’ve never had.
Always telling, never holding back.


When I go out and first start living,
the Little secrets I shall keep:

Where, just behind the ears, to scratch the cat;
I will let my opera voice lie dormant until 
I let it boom out from a mountain;
I will hide the little jar of clover honey at the very back of the fridge from prying and dangerous tongues.
 
The secrets that sleep in the womb of my mind are like a wellspring
Ready to SPRING OUT and KNOCK YOU OVER!
 
But..No
 
There is pleasure in waiting.
A truth in hiding.
Too much truth will sooner drown a man than tempt him.
Fall for me slowly. The way I did for myself.
See every detail, but each at a time.
 
Gentle cascades of hips and lips
No torrents of buttocks and thighs.
 
My eyes,
They hold so many secrets,
Tiny delicate fractured things.
 
I am close to bursting with my desire to tell you!
I haven’t met you
But I anticipate..

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Bio:
​Essie Lee is a poet, artist, musician, and student of massage therapy. She is spending isolation with her cat, Lizard, and her friend, James. She is whiling away the time sewing costumes, gardening, and learning the accordion and electric guitar.

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