Like a bud that guards its wholeness
Against a passing breeze
I clutch my secrets
From an omniscient world Pain is the chisel
That chips away the granite
Till the trembling centre stands exposed So
many have drunk
In my sky-mirroring well
Their flames echo
Within my mossy walls
When you held me in your arms
Secrets blossomed in explosions of light
In a lambent, joyous glow
That hurt your eyes
You turned away
Even now, in the embraces of others I
fear the way you recoiled
My only allies are poems tike these
That carry my secrets on their wings To
other climes, other alleys
Till they are mine no longer
Innocence tip-toes back
To the empty spaces of my heart again
will you come then, my love
To see the colour of nothingness
In my eyes ?