“Just because a door appears closed it does not mean that it is locked - nor that it will not open with the right heart, call or touch” - Rasheed Ogunlaru
The Midweek Motif for Poets United this week is “Openness”. My contribution below:
You Read me Like an Open Book
“You read me like an open book,” she said,
“And always know what to do and what to say to me.
Why cannot you be the same,
Why must I always guess (and always wrongly!)
Of what you hide deep in your heart?”
I smile (and I do enigmatic well), and reply:
“My dear, were I too like an open book,
How boring we two would be,
Going around reading each other
And bumping into trees and poles and such?”
She looks puzzled and frowns –
“But it’s so frustrating, all this guessing,
This suspense, this uncertainty!
You are shut up like a clam
And I never know what pleases you…”
I open up my hand and on my outstretched palm
There is a verdant oasis of palm trees
And sweet, inviting water;
I open my arms and there is a peaceful place,
Disarmed, serene, eirenic.
“Come,” I say, “I am accessible,
Just don’t read me, simply feel,
Listen to my constant heartbeat
And let your fingers perceive the braille of my skin
That spells out my love more eloquently than printed words.”
She touches me and divines my meaning,
Wordlessly and so divinely quiet;
And she rightly guesses this time
My hidden meanings and understands
That for so long I have been staring at her open book
With the unseeing eyes of an illiterate.
This post is part of the ABC Wednesday meme.