Poem Unnamed

My weakness: I tell all my secrets.
Living on front street, I glistened on stages.
How easy to entertain with imaginary beauty.
It didn’t click you received what I said.  
 
Fuck my reputation in big ponds and small towns.
Lick my aura, I’ll tell my secrets. 
And you’ll love my dark spell’s beauty of imagery.
You’ll hum along with the sound.