Naked selves..

the only person in this world who walks about so
freely in your heart..
Who shares that fragile place
inside..
The only true mating of souls
Where
the shattering can so easily incinerate..
But you don't
care..
Because this is the reason for your being..
your breath is in that touch
and someone else holds the key
This touch without which you would forever be incomplete..
an ever
welling need to love gnawing inside..
Eroding the self
into sheer raw tenderness..
That pulses achingly..
With every breath.. Making it impossible to breathe..
to tune into that painfully
vulnerable place that no one has ever been aware of..
Never needing words..
Gently someone translates your silences
into reflections of their heart..