Sharing Secrets.

Sharing Secrets

How do I describe it really?

I do so often, with words.

Off the top of my head.

It’s just the way I know how.

As if the words could somehow live up

to exactly what you mean to me.

You’re always accusing me of being cheesy.

Like my words are just,

fermented milk chunks.

(I think they taste good.)

Like,

when I call you Honey Bear

because your honey tastes like a Secret.

The best kind of Secret:

a portal to Infinity.

The Infinite Secret.

To explore your infinity

is like,

how I lean into God:

offering all of myself.

And I’m walking,

I’m walking

the Infinite Pathway,

with my snowflake silhouette,

the winding journey,

on my way Up.

Your Secret, Honey.

Thank you for telling me your secret

and for that secret about me.

And for those secrets yet to be revealed.

Your magic,

it shows me my secrets.

Sharing your secrets

with me

show me

the secrets I keep.

From myself.

And oh!

How you tell your secrets,

with such beautiful prose.

Waxing

and

waning poetic

Dancing your poetry for me.

Sharing Secrets.