I never give out my true love’s name.
Is love my god? My god is shame.
In the dreaming garden I walked along,
Too ashamed to sing a song.
Love may be the moon, smooth and bright.
But shame rules the details of the night.
All I whisper when no one’s there
From my true heart? Shame doesn’t care.
The sad images which lie in my heart
Belong to love. But shame rules my art.
Shame rules all I see and hear.
Love hides. Never spoken. Though here.
Shame lives with millions. Do I blame
Love? Shame is not afraid of love. Shame
Is an army of poetry. Shame is not afraid.
Do not love your love, he said. And I obeyed.
