it's tense
it's fence
but
it's never dense
that secrets of games
it's always ahead
of its players and says
it keeps itself turning
entwisting and churning
but it's never entrusting
that secret you bay
it is a sole moment
a servant
an opponent
a pertinence
a silence
it's a surreal distraction
from the real perfection
it can run
you faster
all the way
to its pun
and
then sits you down
defensless
and ready to confess
it can feel
very quirky
enchants you
with armies
of endless romances
but then it's
a secret
and when it comes out
it can blow into
pieces
it's the reminder of kisses
the ones
with the leases
that time is
unpassive
uncanny
and steep
and so is a secret
and the two
as the duels
they would bounce up a fate
and leave you in tatter
so be sure to be do
to undo any coup
that has secrets of you