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To silent rooms we retreat

Sealed in the perverse safety

Of fortified chambers 

White plastered walls

And cranial partitions 

Where within a bounty 

treasures prestigious 

Are more blemished relics 

The truth behind our fleshy façade.

Together we unite

For this late hour ritual

Retire under crisp, linens 

entombed in our frail safety

And hold fast on this finite moment 

As we let our desire hang in the chasm 

between love and compromise.

Hush! Was it you, that quiver?

The air is hot with anticipation

Our voice adds vivacity to 

This mute air.

Beyond our bedded conspiracy 

Floorboards creak with curiosity

Convulsive utterances permeate

The illusionary cave 

The blushes audible as Aeolian strings

As embarrassed thoughts stain 

Ingenuous faces.  

And when we meet again

Over coffee and orange juice 

Each tethered to some tangible comfort 

A saucer, a handle, toast with jam

We flirt with this communal void 

But dare not, but yearn to 

tie this tension, with a stare, screaming,

And dismantle the stage 

Upon which we act out this 

compassionate play.  

  

Reviews

[John Alexander McFadyen]

The trials of love and desire as we play the demure game of the chase or in some cases the shaddow of the chase if we have not the courage to test the waters. My interpretation anyway. Another elegant piece of classic poetry!