Soft Seduction
I sit at the silent
banquet table
and peer out
into the open
darkness
at your distant
walls
Across the screech
of night birds
beyond the still
trees
rises you citadel
surrounded by sleep
While I walk
the invisible
corridors
of your heart
searching
for a passageway
to slip
by the guards
Poetry!
A key turns
slowly
in the lock
But I will not steal
into your bedchamber
and take you
I will leave
the door open
and see if it is locked
tomorrow
I will dream
of your ankles
in red shoes
and the corner
of your lips
when you
smile
and the distant
look
in your eyes
when I touch
nerves
you wished
severed
but are not
What will you dream
in your citadel
knowing a foreign army
is camped
outside your walls
I will build bookshelves
not hollow
horses
I will befriend
your dogs
and read your books
