Familiar rhythm from my heart knocking at the palm of his hand
revealing secrets years I've kept sacred in my heart.
unreturned understanding, meaning, and feeling
transcended from his words, landing drops of spit like acid on my cheeks
revealing secrets he's kept clever in his silence,changing my rhythm to a slower beat
proverbial enigmas sifting in my mind knocking at the walls of my lips
lacking courage, faith, and ability to translate why his hand I took that night
swallowing words like knives, a fire landing in my belly, blanketing the light of my spirit.
asking God to send the rain and drown the flames that are transforming my love into ash.
©Elizabeth Zsamboki
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