Sunday, July 20, 2014


Desire is a dance
To be open,
To be seen in the eyes of another.
To be closed.
For our fantasies, 
Our secrets to remain ours

Resolving desire’s dance is challenging
Do we risk opening ourselves
To the gaze of another?
He touched me
With a searing look
As if to find
Some hidden key

A look to penetrate
An inner part of me
A part held under
Lock and key

Rustlings of desire
Slithered through mausoleums 
Of disappointed faith
And despairing hope

But would desire
Unlock the key
I had rusted shut
With unshed tears

Albino secrets
Grown white and blind
Disconcerted by his gaze

Scurry to find some shade

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