steal them from my eyes.
The things you wanna hear,
translate them onto my skin.
The things you wanna say,
place them on my lips.
And the things you may
wanna hear-
They're are stashed in
my heart, thrust your hand
and savour them away.
For each of your khaki
confessions, I shall make
fluorescent promises-
Bright enough to blind
our hesitation.
Ask me if I have secrets,
and I shall lay myself bare
for an espionage of
of our interest.
And if you have any,
you should know-
I am good at pulling off
a juicy heist.
Interrogate my pulse.
Decode my breath.
leave your truths under
my tongue to
obliterate distance.
Let the alibis collapse,
disguises melt.
Let our staged honesty
pass into submission
of love, even if it's
fake.