it is you alone
who harbors
flesh for my eagerness
militancy for my defense
pride to help pedestal
my pulse lined vanity
in the subtle arguments
there in your whispers
much wisdom I gather
from the woven threads
of your constant learning
with your careful questions
you ply to teach through
each darkness in me you
uncover
you plant gardens behind
my eye lids
and play symphonies
with your words
spoken in my ears
you are a madrigal of
misappropriated tune
where others bowed
to your superior quality
of content
with you to it ,
I gently polished and groomed
as if to say
behold
these rough edges smoothed
enjoy the core man
as he alas rises
to carry with him
his very own loom
immobile no more
he can walk in and out of
any available room...............
(May 4,2012 432pm)