we clung to each other like children, both scared of the life that lay in wait outside the door, eager to stay in the temporary world created by sweet whispers, raucous laughter, and gentle brushes of skin that turn to the boldest of touches.
it’s safe to share fears when your confidante speaks in another tongue. you can take a deep breath, push the cards away from your chest, stretch out our elbows, roll your shoulders. the air wont burn the throat and tightly wound muscles gain much-needed relief. the most magnificent of secrets becomes a game of whisper-down-the-lane for two. my greatest fears are repeated back to me in garbled english, the beautiful mouth they slip out of having only a small insight to the meaning. his confusion brings me a sense of catharsis, with an unfortunate trace of guilt.