Walls Down

Paul Klee. Fire in the Evening,

MOMA, 1929

You took my walls by storm.

You invaded my inner sanctum.

You destroyed my defences.

I am on my knees.

Prisoner of a love

that started so innocently

an (almost) spontaneous encounter

in an inauspicious place.

I want to be your captive.

Your arms around me

give me strength,

filling my loins with a longing I had long thought gone.

Your easy laughter has me laughing easily

your passion has me passionate

your beauty has me gazing at you

when I am supposed to be doing cerebral things.

My walls are down

My emotions are in full sway

My love for you is blossoming

Like a cactus in spring.

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