THE SUPPLICANT
The world is but a mass
of colours and movement
streaming in
from an open door.
I rise to my feet,
close the door.
It's just you and me now,
our covenant.
You call me forward.
And on hands and knees,
all kisses and whispers,
I lay my life down before you.
Lips to the stone
I memorise your words,
search for a code,
strive to repeat it all back to you
Still the questions remain:
Is my timing right?
Will I serve you well?
Am I the one?
Prostrate before you
I become
a lantern of hope
in a darkened room.
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