Conquer

We hide in suburban castles behind plaster walls cracked by caged voices as sleepless nights lay siege to slumbering secrets guarded by iron gates and wooden doors weathered by unwelcome whims We stare through rusted keyholes only to crawl through locked windows into a warring world of cloaked eyes sneaking past discerning ears and puritan noses ever suspicious of living life We search for traces of love indelible lines of beauty recited by rhythmic ballerinas graced with long legs and smooth backs guarded by moral mothers and firm fathers who smother our secrets with their own We walk in yesterday’s shadow in fear of tomorrow’s echoing footsteps portending signs of ponderous hearts which lead us back to the safety of obscurity before we mistakenly conquer ourselves