Hidden Secrets of Protons & Partners
I wrote this for an old friend and muse, a fellow poet/songstress who has survived downs and ups and helped others cope with life through sharing her own life experiences. It was a joy to touch and be touched by her mind again, after all these years.
While I wrote this in response to a poem she shared, I tried to make it stand on its own. Only your comments and questions will let me know how well I have succeeded. If you like it, please post a link.
I hope it touches you and illuminates you, as she has illuminated me. - Tack
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The Hidden Secrets
of mere Protons
are only revealed
in their destruction,
by the combined energies,
wealth & wisdom of nations
How romantic to imagine
all the hidden secrets
of any complex human psyche
safely revealed by even
the most determined gaze
or intimate exploration
by any single partner.
The intensity of inspection,
energies sufficient to illuminate
thru all your layers
of camouflage and armor,
all of your hidden secrets;
to reveal which of your buttons
you desire to be pressed
and exactly how hard,
would vaporize you
where you stand.
Be grateful for the hazy rays
Of oblique attention,
that soften your incompatibilities,
and the spreading moss
that protects you both
however slightly
from sharp shards of
your splintering shells.
Cradle his candle before you.
Guide it to reveal what secrets
he needs to know,
one at a time.
Guide it to your core, and
allow your melting heart
to replace whatever bitterness remains,
with fresh nectar.
While I wrote this in response to a poem she shared, I tried to make it stand on its own. Only your comments and questions will let me know how well I have succeeded. If you like it, please post a link.
I hope it touches you and illuminates you, as she has illuminated me. - Tack
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The Hidden Secrets
of mere Protons
are only revealed
in their destruction,
by the combined energies,
wealth & wisdom of nations
How romantic to imagine
all the hidden secrets
of any complex human psyche
safely revealed by even
the most determined gaze
or intimate exploration
by any single partner.
The intensity of inspection,
energies sufficient to illuminate
thru all your layers
of camouflage and armor,
all of your hidden secrets;
to reveal which of your buttons
you desire to be pressed
and exactly how hard,
would vaporize you
where you stand.
Be grateful for the hazy rays
Of oblique attention,
that soften your incompatibilities,
and the spreading moss
that protects you both
however slightly
from sharp shards of
your splintering shells.
Cradle his candle before you.
Guide it to reveal what secrets
he needs to know,
one at a time.
Guide it to your core, and
allow your melting heart
to replace whatever bitterness remains,
with fresh nectar.