I have a compelling desire

to tell you every secret

I’ve ever held.

The ones I’ve

tucked away,hushed

in the crevices

between trepidation and faith

I want to whisper new words

I’ve never told anybody aloud before

into your ear,syllables falling

off me onto you,

so they can be said,

on my part,

and so you can brush them around your mind

if only just to humor me.

I long to tell you

everything that darts through my neurons

too hasty to catch on my tongue

too unintelligible to capture with pencil.

Because I want nothing more

than to utter every secret I’ve ever held

to make room to hold yours.