i want to know the secrets
that hide in your dusty corners.
i want to hear the dreams
that your imagination whispers to you
while you sleep.
i want to be the name
tattooed between your fingers and toes,
the name scrawled across your arm,
the name escaping your lips as you sigh.

Penned by my hand on the 10th of Mayan, in the year 351 AF.