We were standing in front of a strange door.
He pushed it open with a resolved hand.
We hopped on a fast train to his core.
He looked me straight in the eyes,
held my gaze, and took my hand.
Together we stepped out, and floated into his soul.
Light and dark fresques adorned
the walls of this never-ending
corridor. It was his universe.
He lifted me up so I could access
the highest corners of his most intimate
memories. He lowered me back to my feet to stare into
my eyes and see how I would react, if anything had changed.
All veils were lifted. Everything was translated for me to read.
He had bared his soul to me. He wanted me, trusted me
with his deepest, darkest secrets.
It was so much
all at once.
I needed to catch my breath.
It was not so much his confession of trust that daunted me,
I wanted in. I was in. Still, I felt weakened, because now it was my turn
to invite him in. I hoped that it was a journey he would be ready to embark on.