Peter’s Choice

 

“Rose” 

She was his secret hidden love,
the way she saw the world…
The way she looked at life…

How she embraced
the tender morning sun…
How she adored…The sunset air….
On every approaching night…

Lonely twilights of his troubled soul…

She was…

His life…
His eyes…
His lips…
His hands…
His heart…
His flesh…
His joy…
His anger…
His friend…
His foe…
His companion…
His struggle…

She was…

A poem few could understand,
an ocean hidden in a drawer…
With a white winter freeze…

A blue summer breeze,
a yellow autumn leaf…
And a white withering rose….
From a late green spring…

She was…
His secret hidden love…

“Peter” 

As a child
he lived out of time…
Then everything seemed fine…

Playful Peter grew
immersed in love…

As time… Slowly came by…
his childhood dreams gently
awoke to trodden paths…
Trails he would soon find out
could never walk…

Early on,
he came to face the world…
And slowly realised
that no matter how hard he tried…
He couldn’t fit inside his given box…

Struggling to make space
for all his fallen autumn leaves,
one for every broken dream,
he became a travelling pawn…

Confused within a wild roundabout…
Like frenzied carmine
he searched for her rainbow lips
in an ocean of emotions
hidden in a drawer…
With his last yellow autumn leaf…

In silent torment…
he longed for
an eternal white winter freeze…
An everlasting, sleeping dream…
With a white withering rose…
From a late green spring…

“Manifestation”

She had always been there
at the very centre of his heart…
Never silent,
Never dormant,
Never absent…

Like a puppeteer
in his mind…
She directed a play
he happily performed…
Line by line…
Gesture by gesture…

Exposed and unable to hide,
the obedient marionette
struggled to conform
in an alien world of others…
Of sombre shadows…
Of exclusion zones…

Hiding wasn’t her choice…
Once he became aware
of her existence,
of a rebel in his shelter,
he tried to ignore her cries…
Her struggles to survive…
To become…
So he sealed her lips…
Trying to adapt…
He drowned her voice…
And kept her in a drawer
with an ocean of emotions…
A white winter freeze…
A blue summer breeze
and his last autumn leaf…

But the murmur of his heart
would never stop…
Sometimes would be a whisper…
Or a chatter…
Sometimes…
A yearning…
Others…
Violent fervent desires…

II

Passionate Rhapsody of mirror eyes…
Of melting colours in flight
like delicate
velvet fingertips,
colliding,
embracing,
sliding,
enamouring
the battered strings
of a defiant marionette…

Passionate Rhapsody of enchanting light…
Of female dunes on dessert sand…
Like bright red alluring lips…
Seducing,
undressing,
caressing,
kissing,
tasting,
a morning landscape…
Dormant…
Like silent sunflowers at night
sowing the barren fields of broken hearts…

Passionate Rhapsody of mirror eyes…
Kill your passion or I’ll have to die…
Like thousand forgotten dreams…
Like endless fallen leaves…

Can’t you see I’m going mad?
Stay silent…
Please!
Stay silent!!!
Stay quiet…
Please!
Stay hidden…
Stay hidden…
Can’t you see I’ll have to die?

“Becoming” 

The way she slowly dressed…
The way she lovingly embraced…

How she opened the front door…
When with trembling hands…
Anticipated her first steps…

A welcoming warm summer night…
Caressed her smiling face…
Kissed…Her fleshy…Rainbow lips…

As the sound of her heels…
Echoed on an empty street…
Hidden Peter…Would follow her…
Every single step of her way…

Excited…
Anxious…
Hesitant…
Observant…
Insecure…
Disturbed…
Agitated…
Elated…
Enchanted…
Doubtful…

She slowly surrendered
to the the nights charm…
To their undressing eyes…
As she begun to fill her place
conquering beyond Peters heart…
A brand new world of her own…

“Peter’s Choice” 

He had tried
to subdue her true nature…
To silent her crying voice…
To repress her existence…
Restrain her passion for life…

She had been for too long…
His secret hidden love…
The poem few could understand,
his ocean hidden in a drawer…

His white winter freeze…
His blue summer breeze…
His yellow autumn leaf…
His white withering rose…
His secret life…
His mirror eyes…
His rainbow lips…
His caressing hands…
His broken heart…
His hidden flesh…
His silent joy…
His secluded anger…
His loving friend…
His unshaken foe…
His lifelong companion…
His lifelong struggle…

He had tried with all his might
but she would not stay silent…
She would not stay quiet…
She would not stay hidden…

He had tried
to subdue her true nature…
To silent her crying voice…
To repress her existence…
Restrain her passion for life…

He knew he had no choice….
But to walk away…
Walk away…
Let her be…Become…
Find her path…
Her voice…
Her love…
Her passion…
Her smile…
Her tears…
Her worries…
Her comfort…
Her companion…
Her struggles…

Her freedom became the only price…
Peter’s life would willingly pay…

As he watched her walking on towards a dying sun…
He blowed a last rainbow kiss from the distance…
Closed his eyes…And chose his final path…

His ocean hidden in a drawer…
His white winter freeze…
His blue summer breeze…
His yellow autumn leaf…
His white withering rose…

Xoanxo 2019

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