The Shallow Sharing Time

There is something quite vulnerable here, Like when you find a soulmate more than a friend, A love more than a passing relationship... The essence of trust issues being put to one side, Secrets shared, revealed, laid into the heart of another, There, meant to stay, yet with a verbal plea, 'Keep my secrets safe, promise me, Cross your heart and hope to die...' Perhaps the inward confession, 'I've said too much! ' A sudden chill in the bones, A tingling backbone fear, The gulp, the blink, the realisation, 'I've gone too far to back out now...' But blabbermouths must learn this lesson, Find out their secrets, too, Have something on them, Merely as protection, some future leverage... Better still, the vigil of the silent tongue, Better disguised with a few kisses Or the faked tenderness moments, Borne of the act of the holding of hands... For one's secrets aren't called secrets for nothing, Especially if they cut deep, have consequences And thus, in truth, mean everything... Denis Martindale, copyright, October 2013.