you should speak to me
me with the casual look
cornered precisely where your gates dim
offering the palm readings
defining the throbbest part of your life
where fired guns foot your chested artillery
commanding ever so bravely
calling your singers
your delicate contradictions
sir – do you now feel ashamed
your lines fuel this poem
it’s menacing crevices denting skins
threatening the credulous man within
sir – don’t leave
it’s really not that late
are you still afraid
don’t be frightened
invite your soul
let me read your fate
amusing your early life
to reach out and strip your heart
until you become madly in love with your mouth
tasting your free unrestricted faith evermore
Wow love it…
Such a stunning read, this. It sparks my imagination with such fertility, engendering a remarkably real scene. I can truly feel this scene playing out in my thoughts. You are so talented, Mari. Your compositions so very effective.
And your acceptance of my winded words is what truly keeps it sparked. Thank you ; )