Will you meet me in the spot where we both hold our secrets? Clasped tightly and close to our bodies. Will you meet me in the hurricane that has always been our love? Your laugh an echo in my ribs, sometimes I feel hollow. Will you kiss me as I pretend that sometimes I'm not a ruin of a human being. Will you laugh away my anxiety at holding things from you, because even though we have crossed this bridge and stood on the cliffs of mistakes that felt ruinous, you have held my hand and loved me through it? Your smile is a thought in the back of my mind as another man runs his tongue along me sending shivers down my spine. The same shivers you have failed to entice for days, weeks, months. For you are a solid foundation of concrete for the base of my life, and when earthquakes come, you don't shake. I love you in a way I can't describe, and in my love is some fear of loss. Despite standing on the edge of loss and screaming into it and walking away free. Fear is crippling my tongue and building a bed of dark regrets dipped in secrets. Things you deserve to know.