soniacookbroen
the chatter of birds
wondering why
at this point you chose to lie
at this junction you faltered in tension
what mesmerizing
faculty
have you which baffles me
what serious quality
do you perceive you imbue
which alludes me?
I who intimidate
impersonate
inseminate
the virility of fate
at your doorstep you wait
you, the criminal in the dark
you beneath the pale moonlight of my heart
you who I can simultaneously love and hate
who walks that tightrope
of double-sided tape
Will we dance on forever?
Or spin silently into the dark away from one another
two shadows
blown apart
by the harsh expanse of daylight
through a door flung open wide
through a memory
through time
across the waters of our minds
within the darkness we confide
to one another’s twisted sides
a picture worth a thousand words
a word we must not utter
less it be heard
by the trillion tiny birds
whose chatter fills the voids of worlds
and might not whisper
rather shout
in delight
what we are about
not devout
nor divine
something twisted and entwined
around the rungs
we climb our minds
till paths diverged are once again aligned.