Vaga bond -2

Vaga bond -2


it seems this wall

with which i try to seal You out

is no-thing at all


for You will not be contained

by something inconsequential

as concrete, stone, or brick

these things are mere illusion

a figment of my blindness


thank God my heart feels

what my eyes can’t see

and continues beating to your rhythm

your hand the touch that sets it throbbing

as though walls were bridal veils

that you can lift with ease


and You, o wandering, homeless One,

You wild and unkempt Lover, You

come waltzing through my door

as if there was no separation there

at all

to Dance Me on the hearth.






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