In and Out of It

I 'had' this thing for you.
Something I knew.
But you wont.
Something that grew.
But don't,
Think of me in that way.

Since it will never be admitted.
And I am in and out of it,
When it is convenient...
To keep my feelings for you hidden,
Clean and lustfully obscene at the same time.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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