There’s a love longing… to explore, to be allowed in. Could we then only be blessed if such a thing were to happen. Much love to all.

tell me secrets that is
and yours alone
whisper them or
as though I can read into
every mimed word
so I can join you
at last
in the silence
that you labor
this clandestine world
you hide and hide
over and over
when I ask
each time
I knock
you open the door
this whispering nook
this refuge you keep
it isn’t much
that I ask but
grant me pass and
let me enter

-mr gahon 8/17/13


About mr gahon

poet... writer... culinarian... i like to work with food that appeals to the senses, write words that taste even better View all posts by mr gahon

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