It could be in the way
she smiles
while looking at me,
or in the laughter
of her eyes
hiding all that pain
that attracts me
from mine.

She makes me feel right,
sworn
to secrecy,
like out on patrol,
we have a silent code.

I tell her things
no one else knows,
and she tells me
similar things.

We are
buried
together,
her and I
on the same battlefield
of broken love,
ruptured.

I trust
in her kiss,
her parted moist lips,
and the way
she closes her eyes
when
I nip her.
It is explosive.