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.