Who to be.?.

Who to tell the details to.?. The secrets that make us living proof... Beneath the surface where truths are hidden... Deep in a place damn near everyone's is forbidden... So who is it one is to share the centers core with... To tell them of the fine design in which one lives... Like the enjoyment of a cool breeze on a auier night flowing through an opened window at peace in the mind... Or a tailgate lowered to lay beneath a star filled sky... Though it could be a evening cooking dinner with that one person that means the most... Where glasses or even shots tink to a toast... Then again what of the slow motion created when intimacy stroke desires... Could it be a friend is to be witnessed by a flickering fire.?. Perhaps it's the joy of family gathering for a feast... Who's to know of what touches a chuckle deep within.?. Or a soothing moment that eases fists... Maybe driving down a road that hasn't been captured by the sight... Stopping briefly to listen to natures's way of life... Yet, who will cherish the pieces that settle the nerve.?. To be trusted with the heart's very own worth... Discrete n giving every fragment of themself in return... When use is never to speak of a bond muted without words... As eyes open to every new day seeking the thrill n the calm... Holding luv softly in the center of palms...