We are strangers.
We barely speak but
Every rare opportunity,
Awakes the dusty cocoons within me.
I felt their wings flutter,
Causing ripples and aftershocks in the dept of my being.

We have never met but,
Each time we speak,
It feels like roses,
Sprout from my mouth.
Thorns..
Tear my insides,
Vines..
Wrap around my tonsils,
Yanking every spoken word
That wants to crawl out of me
Out of existences
Creating,
Its own resistance..

I want Nothing more than,
To be the sunlight you were waiting on.
I want to lay my troubled head on your chest,
Listen to the unsure beat of your heart.
To, hear the words that you have
Never shared with another soul.
I want to make you whole.

A naked heart is singing in my chest,
Now show me yours.