Eros and his Hidden Lover
I was a trapped
in my inability to understand
my surroundings, place of birth.
A ray of moonlight unfolded
to reveal fragrant lavender petals
as I moved closer, desperate
to express my longing,
calm the madness
in his eyes.
He waved his hand
letting me know I could approach,
indicated our lips could touch,
and demanded a hug.
I found my way,
walked to the dwelling
of my hidden lover,
moribund from the multiple
definitions of fidelity, (East -West
North-South) empty
like a crack in dry
desert ground.
Two worlds,
two different discernments
lost in the distracted imperfection
of time, stunned
and twisted.
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