I don't trust you
enough to open
the door to
my inner chamber.
I left you on
the portal of
my heart to
test your zeal.
I must learn
your dance steps
in order to
play with you.
The beats of
your drums,
i can't still
yet understand.
I can't just
open my confused
heart to you,
it is still sore
from the pain
of silvery dagger
that once pierced it.
Play your healing
flute well to
soothe my brokenness.
Dance but step softly
on those wounds
for it still hurts
so badly.
Maybe the wind
from your tender
soft steps will
bring healing on
its wings to
put out the heat
of the pain i feel.
Just a little press,
a little push forward
will gain you
enough entrance to
possess my heart.
©2019,Emeka Mokeme.