Fingertip to painted lip

Have you ever kept a secret? Like the walk in the park you didn’t want to share with anyone else except the person who was there with you, the one who knew your thought and managed to speak it out? Like the joke only a few get because it was related to a party where few attended? (It’s fun to sleep outside, in someone’s jacket, on the sidewalk)

Have you ever had that smile upon your face, a smile that only one other person understands because she is the reason for it? Or that giggle and shiver at the touch, that touch? The whispers and the sighs when you leave for the unknown and the hope that only the best will come out of it?

The future has opened up to me and I just have to reach out and grab it’s hand. Spread your fingers, touch my lips. I can read your lips with my fingertips, but do we really want to know our secret? I don’t, because it’s ours, just like that mirror and that room… even more, they’re yours and I can just hope to be there when they come true.

In the end, what is a secret without anyone to share it with? You know my secrets…