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.
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