Let me cloak you,
like a curtain of rain-
where time is sacred,
and touch is reverence.

We can unravel here-
not in sunlight,
but in the dance of moonlight,
where no one sees
how wild we burn.

Yet, my vulnerabilities fly,
And my walls rise,
rise,
rise.

And these glimpses dissolve
into cryptic riddles,
manufactured by my own mind.

In dreams,
I drown my demons
in pools of fog.

And in this dream,
we live out loud-
lips on neck,
unbound by time
or furtive affection.

When we cloak each other,
we trade truth for reality.
The kind that needs no introspection,
just seen in the soul.