Boundaries hold secrets,
and those secrets hold still more secrets
until the simplicity of life is but a mystery.

Secrets cover boundaries
disguising them until there is no place left
that is sacred,
until the seekers are lost in their own thoughts
not knowing where to begin,
not knowing where to end.

Suspicion blankets the mind with fear
so that trust no longer exists,
and the boundaries to keep others out
become a prison to keep ourselves in.

So we seek a friend,
not a sexual companion
where little white lies abound,
but a kindred spirit with whom we can share
not just a piece of our bodies and minds
but to whom they can bare our souls.