Love Poem

Sweetheart, please,

Come up the narrow stairs

To the white door I keep propped with books--

Anna Karenina

Keeping You A Secret

Collected Poems.



My room is dark and cool.

The bed is brass.

The comforter is white and textured.

It is a place of lavender and wood,

Paper and dreams.



Darling, do you know,

My bones are only old rolled pages

Spilling words like sparrow bones onto a velvet cloth.

Please, come,

Tell my fortune with your fingers.

Make the sun go down with your kiss.



Sweetheart, I understand

Why you cannot stay here in my woven dusky nest.

What I wouldn't give to close gently around you,

To cover you,

To protect you with every word I ever wrote.

Still, my love,

You are the only one invited here...

And though you leave,

Believe me, you always remain.

________

for magpie 66

bottom photograph: Sheetal Sheth from The World Unseen