Almost a Confession

Cheyenne Dunnett

I want to take this night and hide it Away. Treasure it. Keep it locked inside a cage. I want to say things under these magnetic stars That I wouldn’t usually say. Yet somehow, The lump in my throat gets in the way; Restricting my throat until each breath becomes A gasp of wonder.

Oh, you are so beautiful. But we cannot talk of beauty In such a romantic setting, With your eyes illuminated by the night sky. Wouldn’t want you to go and get

The wrong idea.