Nicodemus

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.**