Poem: 163
Thursday, 25 May 2017
Sweetly waylaid
I was going to send you
Something from my past
But you may be in my future
So I will write from the present
And tell you of my secret desire
I do not need so much as want
But what I want I need so much
And yet I wonder if I’ll ever find
Someone to receive my fire
Without burning up in it
To cover me in water
When I need to cool down
Or to add fuel more more
Until I explode in flames
Someone who crumbles
At my touch
At the mere sight of me
And yet who knows
Not just my power
But
The secrets of my power
Especially
Her true power over me
A raised eyebrow
A faster conversation
And heartbeat
An awkward shyness
Silent unexpressed jealousies
And desires for attention
Unmet until
You
Until you commanded me
Kneel and my knees buckled
Kneel and worship
Which goddess are you
Penelope or Circe
I fear Circe
And you will waylay me
But I will be sweetly waylaid
And tarry for each moment
With my finger on your back
Finding every island in which
This archipelago has hidden
In the mists of my destiny
As I journey
In hope in memory
For my
True home

