The Green Pajamas

Box Of Secrets

When did I get so good at being bad
Was it when you whispered your command
To tell you so much more than I ever have
And to open up my box of secrets

You thrilled me with your voice
You killed me with your tongue
I hadn’t any choice, you didn’t offer none
You held very very still and let me come
Into my box of secrets

How did I get so high
How’d I get so free
Some siren from a midnight sea
Sings so pretty that it drowns me
Fathoms down in a box of secrets

I confess my heart
I confess my love
I confess all of the sins I’m thinking of
You fit me like the hand in that latex glove
That is paging through my box of secrets


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by Jeff Kelly
(c) 2006 St. Brigid Publishing BMI