Poem - Disengaging
It’s not easy to disengage myself,
Permitting time to slice us apart with its cold finger
Metallic and jagged-nailed.
It’s somewhat like a death wish
Never once having emerged victorious over despondency:
Leastways not without my fingers, small but sturdy,
Wrapped tightly around the thumb of a hero.
Kiss me.
Kiss me with a breath of your guidance
As an imprint of life passion upon my face,
Lest my fervency is drained at your absence.
Instill in me your sincerity, your vigor.
I yearn for a private moment of intimate confidentiality:
Outside world aside, societal pressures don’t apply.
Open door to the heart’s aching Chamber of Truth
Suppressed under the critical eye of a stranger-world,
And unlocked merely by your empathetic broad-mindedness,
Clarity of wit. Acuity.
My mentor
You have understood me so well.
I yearn for a chance
To be kissed
By a breath
Of eternal compassion
So that I don’t
Lose myself Again
As time
Takes me from you.
