Cherished Secret

Strange as it may be
That the tattered end of your soul
Is the start of mine

Oh! Sweet nectar of bitter spit
Best tasted when your emotion is high
I feel cooled in your touch

How your stuttering stumble quakes
When I ensnare your shivering form
It is truly this incomprehensible feeling

Murmur, innocent one in dried tears
Of emotions untouched and unfathomable
For they whisper in your eyes

Your fingers grasp the bitter end
And mine tug the startled beginning
Hoping we meet halfway