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Walls Down
Paul Klee. Fire in the Evening,
MOMA, 1929
You took my walls by storm.
You invaded my inner sanctum.
You destroyed my defences.
I am on my knees.
Prisoner of a love
that started so innocently
an (almost) spontaneous encounter
in an inauspicious place.
I want to be your captive.
Your arms around me
give me strength,
filling my loins with a longing I had long thought gone.
Your easy laughter has me laughing easily
your passion has me passionate
your beauty has me gazing at you
when I am supposed to be doing cerebral things.
My walls are down
My emotions are in full sway
My love for you is blossoming
Like a cactus in spring.
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