Never Would I Whisper

I must speak to you
my silence.
Words
never
ever
would I whisper
if not a soul would hear.
Free of discovery.
Protected from censure.
Safe.

Yet, being words,
they clamor
against constraint.
Begging to be uttered.
Spilling forth
like silken hair
found suddenly
unrestrained.

Contrary to my wishes,
your acquaintance
they would make.
Shadowed nuance I let escape
to ease the burden of emotion
too keenly felt.
Still I will not speak.
If you would know them,
their introduction must be made
upon a page.