I’ll put my finger to your lips
To keep you from speaking.
Just hold me close to you
So I can pretend that I don’t know.
With each slow breath,
The air that passes your lips flows to every corner of your being
Maybe in it’s breathy softness, it will discover
What I cannot.
 
As you exhale, I sit up and fill my lungs with air still warm from your body,
Distantly hoping that it will tell me what I have been longing to know.
 
I inhale long and hard until my chest aches and my heart races.
I sit
Waiting
Hoping
Praying.
 
Your secrets are safe yet.
You remain unbetrayed by the breath of your body.
I lie down again and feel your chest rise and fall against my naked back
And wonder
What you’re dreaming of.