Climb through
My dreams the canvases
Claim the desire to
Understand you
Make it comprehensible
The subconscious
Turning
In my stomach
Feed my thoughts
Burning inside
Spinning wheel
Of flumes
My consciousness
It tells me everything
Left to my interpretation
Moonlit my throat
Swallows to see
Look inside the third eye
From my heart
I’m hungry to know you
What you want to say
Even my dreams
Can’t tell me
These kinds of
Things
In a Tuscan maze
I walk the Earths womb
Darkness and light
Quietly on tiptoe
In each sickness
Frightful not to know
Never knowing really
What I don’t
But I won’t put
Our book of secrets down
The wand is waiting
Overflowing with answers
For our love
Just at the forefront
Packed up
Like a chrysalis
Caught in your
Enchanted loom
Voodoo dust
A caterpillar
Ready to burst
Feet extended
Tongue curled up
Doorframe to window
Web strung resilience
A quilted heart
Swept away by your
Love broom
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Poétique 