Sunday, March 2, 2014

secret chamber

Back to your window seat

after your daily adventures

you smiled so generously

a space for you to let free

then you head back to your window seat

where I'm framed in the lower third of your composed frame

hiding in the bushes, under the clouds, 

amongst the blue

base of the sky scrappers

but traceable, always

by you





You've pierced itno my subconscious, I registered

when I could recall your image

imprinted within the landscape
of my oneiric ocean





as if you came back with a warm touch, I could discern

gently cuddled, while I sleep

you were whispering 

trying to convey

all that you refused to translate via audible decibels


you can not be naked enough to confront

to have me stabbed, even with attempts you've almost succeeded ——

with my glow

because, love

I see sunshine when I see you





I wept as I slept

knowing that I will not receive

messages you intend to leave






we are flybirds, freemen 

chained and shackled not,

yes you, and I too


maybe worthy a keep, we thought

if I have that value

if you could find me useful





Remember, love

you can murder me, if you choose to

I gave you my word

I am open, fervour

controlled and vulnerable

trustable





trustable, come what may

as you and I continue to align
















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