With you the world fades.
The voices dissolve,
movements, slow,
though sensations heighten.
I bare my soul to you,
freely, to show the pain,
the chaos and the depth
of who I am.
Of who I feel to be.
I open my mind
to speak what engulfs my
thoughts as well as desires.
I can close my eyes
and though I am before
one who is known
for illusions,
I do not shudder
nor do I cower.
It is you, after all,
that would grasp
exactly what I desire
and not choose
to run or waver.
Not many share
my thoughts.
Would you ask me
of these things I speak?
Would you even dare?