We met in secret
but I cannot say
the evening air;
your hair is wet
but I cannot say
your name. We,
when nightfall
purpled, spoke
but I can't bear
to move my mouth.
**This poem was a part of my Love Poems project, which I wrote about in my Field Notes Series and you can read on Medium. I will be posting more of the Love Poems here on Vocal as well. More about the project can be seen below in the Instagram post captions, on my website page for the project. All the Love Poems can be read here: https://stonepacificmedia.wixsite.com/joenasta/love-poems-zine.**
About the Creator
Joe Nasta
Hi! I'm a queer multimodal artist writing love poems in Seattle, one half of the art and poetry collective Eat Yr Manhood, and head curator of Stone Pacific Zine. Work in The Rumpus, Occulum, Peach Mag, dream boy book club, and others. :P
- Runner-Up in From Across the Room Challenge
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