Do I hear your voice?
No...
Is that it again?
Or is my imagination giving us sound?
This scene is silent.
A theatre held in suspense
Shock, horror, awe
At the scene unfolding.
Yet the curtains are still drawn.
This scene is a secret.
Who knows we exist?
It suits us well.
Anonymity is favoured among those who commit such dark deeds as ours.
On whom society may frown and in turn applaud.
Two faces show how we have changed
Two faces show our sameness.
As long as the curtain is drawn
(and we are hiding together)
Keep me here.
Keep me in your embrace, or you in mine.
Keep my forehead to you bosom, or yours to mine.
Keep your hand at my side
As mine caresses your back.
There's much to be said of a dark deed
Countless untold caves with pools of black water
A single stone slab protruding, the crack in the mirror.
Find the darkest place and you have found us.
Once again
Hold me tightly.
Tangle my hands in your hair
Tangle yours in my shirt.
One senses the fire that hides in this place
Though the darkness is impenetrable.
One thinks they hear it yet never do.
We are too clever for that.
Glance into my eyes
I will hold your gaze
I'll not let it go
Not until your eyes can no longer resist the pull of their sockets.
The light should be blinding
All should know.
Yet they are blind to this
To us.
Give me that moment.
Let it be mine.
That one second, one infinitesimal moment of time
Where eyes glaze and hearts cry out
They suspect
They do not
A time may come when all will know
It is not today.
Cry out my name
I'll whisper yours.
Stop time for me
Please... I must have it
As the black pool rocks with turbulence
Waves crash to the shore, against the walls.
The lines blur, the curtain fades
Nothing else matters.
Lay in my arms now
I'll lay in yours.
Keep me forever
My heart on your shores.
The stone silence returns, the black pool is calm.
They wish to be free, as they lay in each other's arms.
All is as it will be
And the curtain flutters in the breeze.
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Your poetry always leaves me thoughtful. There is a sensual nature in many of your poems all of which contain some sort of hidden factor. A secret, a mystery. It is as though you have so many things to say, but must remain silenced because of; society? fear? her?
But I read, and my primary instinct is not to question, it is simply to feel and understand. In this poem in particular I feel a great love. Love whole heartedly, the kind that will surpass superficiality. I like the references to a theatre and then to the shore. It adds an element to it that makes the feelings conveyed complete.
=)
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