In Our Minds
IN OUR MINDS
We keep the illegality of it in our minds, with abated
breath, we stand outside as they rifle the room,
to find what we both know they will never find.
The lady and I, follow closely behind them, back down the winding,
staircase, lustful whispers still smelling on our breath. One of the searchers bend
to retrieve something, a few of our words might have fallen in the cracks on the floor.
Panting from the fear and thrill of dangling over the
200 feet drop-off of the sharpened, white cliffs,
freedom, a wanton child hanging around the ajar door
In this illicit game, the spin you and I put on fate, the crazy spin
to become newly discovered planets,
held tightly in our fist, waving the patent in the air,
And we keep it in our minds, as we had
long shaken off the searchers, their torchlight,
shinning on the silhouette of the wrong sand dune,
On this safe plateau now, looking
down on their furtive torches, flickering, flickering in circles.
Copyright © Eaton Jackson | Year Posted 2015
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