"With Love"

As she fingered her secrets through my head,

Hiding them not in my memories but in the hair that guards them,

I Slept. 

But not before answering with my own truths, 

Tapped out on the floor with the rhythm of my feet

Morse Code..

Not a word uttered.

Just Communication. 

And even in the silence of a dreamless sleep she wrote them.

Inscribing in the keratin canvas the fears and joys I haven't been told. 

Concealing them.
Close enough to feel but too far to read. 

She wrote them there.

For I had long run out of words to read to her.

I awoke, and she closed her remarks

"With Love,"