You speak eloquently of silence, a golden kind of paradox. It is wonderfully done, telling us so much about how you experience it, while describing its limits. Thank you.
You are so nice to notice that particular metaphor, as it appealed to me so very much. It was an opportunity not to be missed. Many thanks for continuing to read from the menu...
Knock then,
the house listens,
all anticipating
your fevered request desiring
entrance;
call out
in the night, no stranger begging;
the narrow door opens,
a portal meant
for you.
Your skin,
silk to my touch,
curves, sliding beneath hands
which caress, palms that entice and
seduce;
kisses
planted with a gardener's care
along the path of your spine
lead me to your
treasure.
Great second chapter! Each man a mystery to the other. Love how Grant assumes he'll get his way. Love how Rowan is getting under the big man's skin even now.
Galen is so wretched, so broken in this chapter, that I hurt with him. Liam came to the rescue this time, but he's going to have to do it again and again, I fear. Hope there is an expert therapist nearby.
Thank you for what you said. The repetition of the lines of the final couplet really help drive the rest deep into the mind. This poem reminded me of why kings both admired and feared poets in bygone ages.
I read and re-read your comment. So much to say, and I will try to be quick. Hereabouts the state is trying to close a a mental health facility for teens and young people which they want to merge with a large mental health hospital for adults. It might save money, but it probably isn't good for the kids. Saving money is not always the best thing for government to do. What is rational in a planning meeting is not necessarily rational for an individual. Your work in building homes is inspirational, and it makes me wish I could handle power tools without fear.
You have no idea how glad I am that this poem struck a chord - perhaps in a minor key, but loud enough. I have an old friend who is a professional city planner out west. I'll send this to him!
I echo tim ( @Mikiesboy ) in saying I do not believe you are that man. Fear twists our better selves, and it has surely happened to me. My hope is that if everyone fears a little less and steps forward a little more, then fewer will go hungry and cold and unloved.
No, not because of you, my friend. It came from a careless remark an acquaintance made in conversation, and then it took shape slowly after that. What got to me was how easy it was for this person to ignore, push away, forget...