i draw mountains on your
skin
because my secret is
you are my mountain and
my secret is
you are my home and 
my secret is i
sleep in your breath and i
shower in your tears and i
bake bread under your fingernails 
my darling.
i rest between the bones of your 
spine and i
laugh in the crevice of your
collar bone and i 
drink tea in your
eyelashes and i
warm myself by your skin i
sigh by your 
freckles and i 
moan by your 
lips and i
lock myself away behinds your
shoulder blades i
store my secrets behind your 
eyes


because


my secret is i
trust for you to
keep my
secrets safe.


my secret is.


you are my mountain and 
my secret is
you are my home and 
my secret is i
don't write poems because 
my secret is i
haven't had a home in which to hide my secrets but


my secret is
you are my home
so here is a poem.