They say three can keep a secret, if two of them are dead

Secrets could be simple, if they weren't the type worth being spread

You can bury secrets, I'm sure you're shocked to hear it's true.

But dont dream you'll finish digging, until they first have buried you.

My dear, my dear
Tell me your dreams
Tell me your fears
That I may quiet the screams
Keeping you awake at night

My love, my love
Let me help you rise above
The monsters that so haunt you
To reach those desires and passions

My heart, my heart
Open yourself to me
So I may be a part
Of your spark
The one that has lit the fires within me

My life, my life
Open yourself up
So we can face your strife
Hand in hand, arm in arm

My darling, my darling
I wish you could see
Yourself through my eyes
Magnificently sparkling
Like the stars in the midnight sky

sun squares on the hardwood
the morning robins
and you.

You made me rediscover poetry as an art form of longing,
You make me comb my hair every morning.

You made me want to choose again my verbs and nouns with care,
You make me spray a bit too much perfume, to be fair.

You made it worth my while to know all the random facts,
You make me want to work more on my abs.

You made me a better person.
And even more so than before, you make that person
I carefully choose the verb: desire
I carefully choose the nouns: your hair, scent, body, and thoughts.

One carefully chosen pronoun: you.

I heard you call upon
A stricter mood
To help you when
You yourself cannot

Feel the rush of endorphins
As her body presses up against yours.
The warmth of another
Enveloping you as you embrace their embrace.

Smell the scent that lingers on her hair.
Breath in deep,
Not just the scent of her hair,
But her.

Tighten your grip,
Holding tighter,
Trying not to let this moment slip...
Right through your fingers.

It's only a hug,
But it's so much more intimate than the world sees.
The beauty of it lies in that only you...
Only you know how magical this moment feels.