Gateways

Former Member

A place to cross
a landing to be sought
shielded and guided through
but who are you

To lead my being,
crude and lustful
tried to be respectful
but I spoiled you

You were the helmsman
steered towards
I am the snake
the fruit
and the tree

Unsurety still of your essence
incense wafting through
carrying your intentions
and my misguided fortunes upon us too

Yes, I still wander inside your synapses
or at least try,
longingly wish to.

Former Member

Thats very powerful @mk1881 and thank you for sharing would you like to share a bit more abut what that means to you. no pressure though

Former Member

@ebyrne556, I'm at peace with the contents of the poem be a mystery to others and open to adaptation. But thank you!