Wandering the fissures of my mind
He observes what other have missed
Pain, sadness, hurt and loneliness
Sharing it in part with his own tender heart
He is real
Calling me out from my internal darkness
He challenges me to accept myself wholly
With tenderness and strength he speaks
Proscribed tales of cruelty and abandon
He is powerful
Staring deeply into arresting eyes
I hope to catch a part of him forever
Forbidden love to silence my soul
Knowing the dream is illusory for now
He is honorable
Money passes to the unknowing hand
Same time next week
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If I understand this poem, and I think I do. It is a common thing that happens every day. I often wonder what is inside the mind of women. This is a portal. Dare we all look through? GW62
Most profound. The ending was quite a surpise. Really enjoyed reading this. HG: -) xx
Same time next week - came in as a surprise. Beautifully scribed. Best wishes Fay Slimm Corwall U.K.
an exploration of many levels - moving - excellent twist of an ending
Brilliant! absolute brilliant. well penned and so touching. keep the good work moving........
A surprise ending too! After the usual great insight into human, er, affairs? Keep on typing girl.
o God! How realistic you are! We are in the same boat of thoughts. Shanmugam Chettiar
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Lovely twist. I love the structure of your poems. F