i surprised myself by how quickly i
trusted you.
i handed you all my secrets with no thought of
the outcome.
and although perhaps it was the liquid courage that punctured
a hole in the heart of my fear of exposure that night,
the next day and the following days after
i was unusually filled with relief, no trace regret.
you are someone i am forever grateful to have met.
and when i cherish someone with my whole heart
i give myself no choice but to show them all of me
not as a test but as a rest, like a pause
in a sheet of music or a moment of silence in a room full
of people.
trust is an art form, it requires practice.
but sometimes you will meet someone you feel you have
met before, perhaps in another life or universe -
all you know is that
your souls are connected.
and so you feel the need to remind them of who you are,
with no eclipse of the ego to distort you.
i wonder if it scared you, if it made you feel things
you forgot you could feel.
when i told you that i am not very good at concealing my emotions,
i called it a curse and you disagreed.
in retrospect, i can see that that was your way
of appreciating my honesty.
blessings are almost always disguised as curses,
it just requires a true connection between two people like us
to strip the truth of its blackness, to lay down naked
side by side underneath the radiant glow of the night sky,
to speak of things we previously deemed
unspeakable,
to watch our fears explode like fireworks
inevitably parting ways in the wee hours of the
early morning,
twin souls endlessly,
tenderly entwined.