Secret Admirer

Your secrets bloomed on the page,

and held me captive.

I could not look away, could not stop

devouring you

word by word, admission by admission.

The syllables bled into one another,

swinging me low in their comfort.

I needed to know your mysteries. 

Not just a few,

but all. 

I needed to possess you,

all of you. 

Your secrets may have damned you,

but my God, how they

set me free.