Escape Poem by John Duffy

Is it nearly midnight

And are those invisible tears still falling again
As you dream of me

Is it supernaturally quiet
and do the streets beneath your darkened bedroom windows
Run empty and do all sinister shadows stand naked and bare

Does the scent of a new escape from an old oblivion
Follow you everywhere

A new Heaven above an old Hell

A welcoming haven to hide within
In its long sensuous green grass

To hide within its long shadows
Except for the beating
Of my heart
And the vibrations of my breathing

Can you hear any other sounds

For I have seen you dreaming of me
Felt your beating heart and tasted the soft sounds of your breathing
Again and again

Do you still dream of the forbidden
Where those wild untameable horses of obsession and yearnings
Are ridden

Do you just crave a sweet taste of my red wine
Your red lips upon mine

Shall I whisper your name to the four winds and claim you as mine
Will you give me all I need
In time

Will the sweet visceral taste of you
Linger like a divine tasting honey
And will my mind

Cry out in elation

In the deep realms
Of Morpheus, The Greeks deep sleep

Will you wait inside those wrought iron old gates
In those so real lucid United Nations

For if you do

I will rush to you
Through all the falling raindrops
Caress you before all who stops to see

Touch you wantonly so you will never leave

It's what I believe when I close my eyes

Beyond the sacred old ruins of Gilgamesh
Beyond the grey skies of Emersha Amu

I just can't see you
With my eyes open
Only when dutifully closed

It's then I can truly worship you
As you feel my reverence

Touch you
As you caress me

I need you
Like a moth to a flame

Like a living being
Needs a name

I am weak for you
My Goddess Sophia

My eternal wisdom in the overgrowing darkness

Let me drown forever
Lost and spinning tempestuously in your deep pools
Hypnotized forever within your dark eyes

As I stumble
From the stroke of midnight to early sunrise

Let me feel your
Every drop of pain as I purge them away with my own cleansing rain

For I am your own rain
For this purging rain has always been foretold

It has just lain with the old Crone in the deepest ancient unvisited woods
Waiting for the moments to awake as we are finally ready
When we are old

Listen
Do you hear that

It's me just calling

For I can see you in my silver scrying mirror
Any time
Any place
In the middle of the day or night

Beseeching or taunting
Or just teasing with dark promises of unknown deep pleasures

Do not be afraid
Shy or inhibited

Our ancient souls know
No set boundaries or red tape
No laws or treaties

No teachings
For we are untameable
Indomitable and wild

For we are truly free my child

You now know how to access my realms of In-Between
You now know where to go
Where I'll meet you by those wrought iron old gates

This is the underground stream
A secret no one else knows even when they dream

We'll meet there ecstatically
Like the blameless who are but truly pure
And we will lay under the indigo umbrella of the falling rain

And we will love with abandon in those new lands filled with no more pain
But tonight is but a long way away

Do you too want to go beyond those wrought old iron gates to play

To lay blissfully under that indigo umbrella
and get totally soaking wet

To French kiss in deepest desire

To relight old fires and relight old pyres
If only I could carry your hand from that world into mine
But it only makes it sweeter
Only makes it more cherished

These delicious exchanges whilst we are apart
Are just our living masterpieces using written metaphors as our communication
As our refound old art

Your heart may still be ravenous
Your mouth still parched

Your arms may be empty and forever still
Reaching

But my Goddess Sophia

I have you to myself every night in those mysterious dark swirling isles

Just through those wrought iron old gates
In lands where we will just lay
Under that indigo umbrella

Where it always always
Still rains just
Love

Copyright John Duffy