I give you my heart, whole

From my fingers pours a space,

kissing fears, erasing their trace;

soundless affairs being dispersed

By light in a tone being immersed,

to pour this space wider and deeper

Creating that which will be my keeper.

A space of all colour, yet not one alive

A space where impossible started to thrive.

A space of a quiet so fond,

needing alertness in bond

of the ripples that are seen

and peace residing in my genes…

take the love of a man, wiser than all

A man whose ambition I needed not haul;

the voice of another, with depth in his tone

potency of spirit bravely colored and grown

into the sweet adoration of the third

taking apart the shyness of his word;

Sprinkles the body of a fair-haired man,

with touch vibrating my heart’s plan

keeping in mind benevolence

welcoming love and abundance.

So, I take one last look…

To place a kiss on the heart I shall hook;

for he does not know, just yet…

who this woman is, for he has not met

not even her eyes, not who she is

he does not know that she is his.

He does not know he’s touched her heart

He does not know, for they’re never apart.

he does not know, he’s taking shape,

For her to live in the world she wants to escape.

He does not know, so many things,

For the space she’s created is pulling his strings.

He does not know, but he will soon

As all falls into place, all’s opportune.


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