it sits
quietly waiting
impatiently tantalizing
somberly still
upon the edge of red
behind white pearled walls
rooted into the soul
outside many willing
gossips pry
priests and patrons
pass slowly by
entreating with wiles
whim and merry
but alas
even under such
longing and lusted stress
this secret
will simmer
where it is

Never know

For it to be known a word must be spoken
not kept under lock and key
they must rush the lips and embrace
the silhouette of risk, longingly
these heartfelt thoughts to you from me
yet I pause
for colored adoration, sound’s traveled wife
blink in step a thousand miles
walk on water in a moments notice –
Fear, like the titanic unprepared for ice,
my words will sink into an abyss
unrecognized in tone, tenor, or tension
to lay naked upon the sandy shores alone
beneath the currents of loves you
will surely have before and above me
So, with hope
these words bid time to flee
failure to falter
and rush not my aged lips
to speak
but remain under Pandora’s eye
for dreams to paint and sleep
to endure possibilities
that may never come.