Poem: He Made Windows in My Walls

When we met,

I found

he expected a glassen woman,

transparent-

ready for his exploration.

My innermost substance

was his new-discovered country;

he reveled in it.

Late at night

he lay awake

turning all my pages;

reading cover to cover

until I trembled at his interest.

It was a fearful thing to be really known,

and for months

I pulled heart curtains

over all the windows he installed.

Patiently,

he opened them again,

and searched the inner rooms

for pain I'd hidden.

His own windows

were always uncovered.

It was his way.

I began to trust,

and a disconnected part of me

slipped into place.

I jumped with surprise

the day our souls first touched

like happy children.

I loved him guilelessly, without secrets.

I felt small and pink.

I saw

I had never loved before.

Copyright 2013

A screenwriter just purchased rights to use this poem in his play, which is still hush hush. I wish him continued luck!

This poem is included in a special collection of my poetry entitled "Your Love is Inconvenient and Sublime" which can be found here: https://www.amazon.com/Your-Love-Inconvenient-Sublime-poetry-ebook/dp/B00SAG72WK?ie=UTF8&*Version*=1&*entries*=0