I want to draw your outline with my fingers, one in turn of a tired one, I will draw you until I’m tired.
I will follow the passage of your thoughts with my eyes, ready to kiss them at each sigh.
As my lashes flatter, within my gut flies the butter
only you can awake, shook from a death with the ancestors.
I sit here and anticipate each moment, your next inhale before you exhale.
To keep me alive is to know you’re alive, to feel the warmth wrapped up as you breathe.
To treasure this secret of mine when you wake, to play hide and seek with my tongue and lips.
A secret I have kept for longer than age, I will keep until we have aged.
A secret shared only between my past and my present.
A secret about the pressure in my chest when you leave,
and the dancing in my throat when you speak,
of the sweat in my palms as we meet,
And the shiver in my knees when you come to me.
When you look at me and I remember to hide my secret yet again,
For your eyes burn through my eyes thrusting deep into my soul,
I am bare, naked willing to be your portion, my other secret,
I let my eyes touch the floor, my fingers fumble to keep yours from my store,
But where? Where do I hide such a huge secret?
I wanted to know what it is about you, us
How something could feel so nice?
Why I miss you the moment I say goodbye?
When you are away and still a part of my life?
Truth is you could forever be a part of that life,
When I never tell you, you’ll still be, in secret.
I will hold on to the memory of you in the bleakness of the present.
Pat down the image in my head I have of you reaching for that magic.
Blush at the echo of a laughter I memorised and replay for my sanity.
Forever maybe I will live only to regret my kept secret.