An Invitation(A poem)

                                                                                

The hinges of your heart

Are rusted for want of opening

And I beseech you;

The sob stories

The staid details

The sad events

Do exorcise.

Tremble not in fear

Though the last time you told

You were dubbed statistics

You are much more than statistics

You are not another roadside accident

I watch with shaky heads and heaving shoulders

You are not a midnight guest I welcome grumbling.

Open the wound

The welt of the whiplash

Let me kiss

The scars of the red hot iron

The smear on you delicate skin

For if they lie hidden

Healing would rarely begin.

Share your dream seeds with me.

Plant them in the rich soil

Of our unbridled love

Water them with droplets of prayer

Whisper your deepest desire

That which you wish above all things

Let the warm breath of your voice

Play softly in my ears.