Trust is,

A rope given to a stranger.

We indulge in a tug of war to see

Who births boulders from both

Skin and soul.

Trust is

the talisman to cupid.

His arrows covered in red velvet

Will gloss the heart like soft lips.

The eternal susurration that passes through the unyielding ears...

It tells you to move with caution

Across the broken bridge,

And above the abyss.

Trust is,

The hand that reveals times of solitude.

Scars may erode from blisters,

And cause you to bleed berries made for leeches.

But the slightest thorn of your nerves continues to push and pull.

Trust is,

When you tell a lover:

"The fruits in our baskets won't rot if we be honest with what we eat."

Trust is...

Lust; a sin idolized in humanity, believing in heaven's gates.