Buried

Reading out aloud in a grim weighty tone,

some no non sense news,

my lovely, lovely young lover

awfully hailed “I have a thought”!

Guard my secret that it got me scared,

straight to the feet, in a single pass down,

the tiny eyes like some humming bird

flashed, figuring the mischief of the lightening

“What do you look for now?” my agile

heart asked. The fancy logo, the grey cloud,

the gold mine or the saxophone in

your throat?

“You jeering at me, I see”, annoyed and

excited he lifted the words and then

leaped upon me like a predator hunting

its pray, acute and furious.

“Come, lets die” his carved face so lusty

“I want a tasteful of hell” he shot his

thought, made me fall, piercing deep

into the ground with a whim.

“Dear boy, don’t be so sure that hell only

 is earmarked for ya, might reserved heaven?”

 the pride in my witful answer, but

 all there was a shrewd smile.

“Buried secrets!”