Close the Shutters

It's not a secret
if it's only meant for you and me.

Shudders behind
open shutters.
Hint: they're all white.

The waltz:
your fingers dancing
on my skin.

Your back:
there I go again:
peering in the open shu[dd]ers.

Just one more
minute
hour
day
week.

Sitting by an open window
I close the shu[dd]ers.