A Heavy Conscience

I'm afraid to share
The full range of
Passion
In my heart with you.
Oh, I know we've talked before,
Quiet afternoons in sunny woods,
Leather couches, grassy verges,
The black and white of a computer screen.
But we're different now,
Changed by knowledge that others know,
No longer the secretive laughter of
A private reference,
But nervousness at the thought
That perhaps someone will call us out,
A scarlet letter branded on my chest.