I do not ignore you in my silence rest assure
I am most probably thinking of you, or
Maybe of me with you, secretly confabulating
Upon reasons meanings feelings. My mind
I won’t confess, is audaciously attempting
To convince me that I want, none, that I
Really don’t need anyone, let alone to fall
In love, once more. I tend to agree. Though,
When my eyes fixate in yours as we make love
I increasingly feel a rebellious prisoner inside
Scream, defy, me. My crackling ribcage swells
Unable to contain it any longer I shut my lids.
I do not diminish you with my nonchalance
Compelled to treat us like a summer fling
A sort of friends with benefits kind of thing,
For I am most probably only hiding
Waiting for you to seek, find me.
I will gleefully hand you the keys
To the cell and leave, it up to you,
But in the meantime please
Baby come to sleep.
[Featured painting: Perspectives by Annika Connor]