Cross Your Heart

Can you tell me of the indifference

I see within your guarded stance?

Your rigid back houses not a heart, but folded arms

That bar me from any chance.

 

Then for a flash you soften

And the barriers decay,

But you must repair the fissure

With no remorse for leading me astray.

 

And with your barriers

You only break my heart

And with your heart

You break only my barriers

 

Making me want to cross my arms

Against my open skin

Giving at least the illusion of protection

When my faith is wearing thin.

 

It could be I read the unwritten language wrong,

For that key there is no code

But even when the message does not make sense

The pain does not erode.

 

Go on, fold your limbs and cross your heart

With twines of sinew and of bone

But holding in the pain

Will only leave us both alone.

Reviews

[E. L. Foley]

Very interesting images, mixing literal and metaphorical--" fold your limbs and cross your heart/ With twines of sinew and of bone" nice--though the structure feels a bit wooden.

[Midnight_Mask]

I love it =D
Beautiful poem, I loved the part;
"Making me want to cross my arms
Against my open skin
Giving at least the allusion of protection
When my faith is wearing thin."
Keep it up! =D