The Insecure.

You waltz into my mind at times and I feel you are just a whisper away from my hair and my neck and I seek to touch you gently as a feather just enough to feel your texture and warmth.  I want to see your eyes as nobody has seen them before in your quiet reflective moments that I know you lay in camouflages of a tinder box of secrets, I want to be let in through your gate to meet you not just in the flesh but I want your mind your thoughts that you would hardly speak of out loud but I know you have a depth of pockets with notes and words that only oblige the trusted few. You see I watch you from the cover of my insecurities a pack a Mac that’s never packed but my eyes rest on yours with a sigh of relief . I sense a kindred spirit in the tells that only another like minded soul knows from the grass to the tops of quiet minds .I think you are quickly becoming my favourite part of my day at hello and a wink and red flustered cheeks , it’s one step out of my comfort zone . I have a weak backbone gnarled with to much ruminating and time alone never a good combination . I think though in our own ways you and I could weave inside and meet ourselves on the outside,. A jail break made for the insecure tinged with sensitivity. You and I and I wonder what would could find in the other a sense of home with a door to an entrance hall that’s complete with two coat hooks of love and peace .