As quiet as a tranquil sky,

As still as a statue,

He rolled under the pillow covers undisturbed,

Lay there waited for my attention.


He wanted to convey what the world was up to,

Or to know how irresistible can I be?

He, who knew all my undeliberate thoughts and actions,

Without judgments, without fear,

Under his secrecy,

I was secure.


A travel companion,

A sleep partner,

A partial memory,

And my hiding place.


More than a connect,

Less than an addiction,

Is there somewhere

In a hiding place so hidden to me.