My heart is an adorned palace.
You have lived here for quite some time,
But you roam its lofty corridors,
Peering into room after room, looking
For somebody else.
Your restless footsteps are like a beating heart,
But this tender organ grows tired and weak,
A palace neither alive nor dead. And yet,
Stay a little while longer my sweet –
One day you will come knocking at my room.
Respond in Kind
A flower for flowers
A dove for doves
A knife for knives…