Forbidden

Somewhere in my dreams you’re grafting

deep into my heart, and making a home.

Somewhere in between I’m tunneling

a bid for freedom from insurrection,

psychological taunt

                                     an underground

movement to lose you

                                         while on the surface

you stand statuesque,

                                         awaiting my arrival.

I’ll avoid you

                       at every

turn, evading

                        you my

main ambition,

                         these days,

the sanctuary

                       of church

cannot help

                      effectively

as the minister

                             and all his

minions would

                             advise me

back into

                  your arms.

My mind dismembered

                                           thus, I implore

thee to have mercy,

                                   my saviour,

to safeguard our secret

                                       and call off the love,

bring the beasts back

                                    from lush forests

where the calm deer

                                  and antelope play

and to drown it

                            deep in your memory.

JRTF

18/09/13