Monday, May 16, 2011
Come up the narrow stairs
To the white door I keep propped with books--
Keeping You A Secret
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.
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