WHAT'S YOURS IS SAFE.

I watch television with you. At times 

When we float into natural quietude,

I experience the depth you consume,

That private place of serenity, Which 

Spills over a tonic of amorous cream,  

Caressing my heart to put me at ease.

Then, a sense of self-consciousness

Breaks the silence, a gentle discussion 

Ensues. Our personalities are back to a 

Familiar state. Back to the room, resume the gait! 

All's in tact! Nothing's let slip for one to lose... 

As the television takes over our vision is glued.

Nervous reactions play? Shutters are down: 

Is this, ones defence guarding sacred ground, 

Hiding deep, unseen love from view?  

Unspoken whispers hurriedly reassure, saying: 

'There was no need to worry, what's

Yours is safe with you.' Still,

You allowed me to touch your beauty,

Yes, I only touched your truth.