TRIP TO DEAL POEM 7

I spied a peeping Tom through the changing huts that are all the rage, due to the need to stay-cation. The vessel was on the shore and there was possibility and change, as a visual metaphor, right there.

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Love Nest

Bridging two gaps between us,

We build a home not unlike a nest

Of a bird

The parallel lines of our life

Intertwine and opposites of attraction

Tract and pull

Towards a finality.

When a Schachtel test is folded

There is no line but when its opened again

Twin towers of ink telling a tale deep

That only we knew on first glance.

This is a confession my love,

For I knew what you did not know –

That my love is true and rare

And proven as metal is by heat.

Between the lines we have

There were no lies

But of identity and trend.

For whom we worked we did not know,

But whom we loved was clear,

I do not fear, my love, as we have found a home.

"We've become a race of Peeping Toms. What people oughta do is get outside their own house and look in for a change." John Michael Hayes