KNOCK! Knock!

There is a door...reach for the knob...and walk through without looking back. You can return anytime you want...from this side...but tarry too long on that side...and it may lock.



ISAMANGA

Ever would I wait here
for you,
if it pleases the Heavens-
binding myself without...
have you felt the color of my words,
or the warmth of my thoughts?
they are so long,
and we play so short
whenever we collide

let’s forget we walked with others:
those were our salad days
when you sowed wild oats!
salad wilts and oats spoil
but stretched breath I release for your notice is ever fruitful
from unyielding want

Can a heart rubbed raw and salted from Knowing’s light
holdfast from the delight it might bring?
Silent for the joy it should offer?
proper purpose has created this noisy prose;
as I fix my voluptuous lips
to never release wishes
desired from a lofty friend




"Isamanga" is a Malagasy word. Loosely translated it means "song of renown/beautiful song". This is my struggle to love.