In My Hands Or My Heart

You can tell me all your deepest secrets.

I will protect them for you.

I will cover them with my hair, or hide them behind my stars.

I will keep them behind this mask of mine.

I will carry them an ocean away, a world away, two worlds away. I will hide them behind my atlas.

I will hold them in my hands, and keep my fingers close together in case they try to escape.

They will nestle in the indent of my thumb, in the lines of my palms.

No secret is too big. If I need to, I will put your secrets at the bottom of the sea.

Or in the clouds, and turn them red and gold and green and purple with each sunrise and sunset.

And when you need them back, all you have to do is ask.

I'll give them back to you.

In different colours, from my hands or my hair or my mouth.

Safe and quiet.

Art by Chiara Bautista

Text by Lucie MacAulay