Who are you?,” you asked softly
Coaxing my answer with the whisper of your touch
“What makes you, you?,” you pleaded
Gently caressing my cheek with the back of two fingers
Peeling back my layers to get to my innermost truth
“I’m only beginning to understand myself.” I replied.
Sprinkling barely there kisses on my eyelids and forehead
Melting my resolve, crumbling my hard earned walls
“What is it you want to know?” I sighed.