The Shame Of Ignorance-Poem
Do me a favor,
speak in silence,
speak only in silence to me,
and walk with me in the darkness
of my dreams.
Peak under my skirt
and see all the intimate
crevices of my mind. While
I wear my ego on my sleeve
and roll prolific words off
the tip of my tongue.
kiss my heart
with furious love,
I’ll wipe the tears
off my pen and bite
into the fruit of adjectives
and immaculate verbs.
I understand God—
while the butterfly
flies into the silence
of the wind—not
only through
metaphors added
to many inspired words.
And like a feathered hat
I’ll wear your desire
on the top of my head,
covering the shame of
my ignorance, pinned
like nothingness on the
breastplate of my coat.