Blinded by you

I wonder if I open the door to my mind
whether you would step in and harm
the balance of my thought?.
For as I follow you in this way,
I wonder if you will really grasp
that I don't flirt to beguile,
I flirt in play.

For so long now I have dwelt alone
where no one can reach me.
Time has taught me the wisdom
of hiding in my inner sanctuary,
that self built shelter,
in side my robe of knowledge
from which I could flirt at no risk, knowing
no one can climb my every moving mind.

So I strive not to find but to lose myself,
as I fly within a whisker of your chin
and yet you lose not one inch of my whim.
As into safety I know I should spin,
only I find that refuge I seek is nowhere
but within the calm of your arms.
Suddenly I recognise
that my mixed desires
will bend to your touch.

Only in your words of wisdom,
I have found a supple love,
a place where I wish I could dwell
but I find that the same fear
hinders my stepping near.
I could dress myself in layers of hate,
I could continue to hide myself
in the drawer of my sole seclusion,
I could so easily disappear.

Yet so blind is this love to what we think,
we all but know, so blind that
flirting has no more luster,
as in the end
we have nothing
but ourselves to give.

? Lesley Roberts 265 words 31 August 2002