The Poems Poet

Somewhere from the depths of
A curled up silence,
Locked box missing diamond key,
Calls quiet.
But there is a hole deep inside
And through that hole, poems slide
A million poems scream
In silence
Begging to exist.

Pen slowly begins,
Sacrificial sacred heart
Dissection.
The barest soul a secret
Stripped to very different bones.
A laughing-tear; bruised-metal,
The staggering contradiction.
Tightness of the chest
Smeared like salve on a page.

Delicately touched
Labyrinth of suggestion
Faithless fickle words,
Illusions of skin
Symbols, shaped to ensnare
Soft supple masque forms
Jungle of overgrown metaphors,
Sentinels obscuring

Rarely; do we; hear it;
Beating.