Pillaging Poetry

I will follow you
I didn’t want to at the start
When you kept shining that spot light on me
Blinking
Blinding
I didn’t like what you said
What you were finding
As you walked around
Tut
Tut
Tutting
Then muttering
All
That
Muttering
Nearly drove me mad
But now I see it was me
Who hesitated
Afraid
What you were exposing was frightening
Hitting me like lightning
On an open plain
Nowhere to hide
No time to explain
You stride through my brain
Ripping out drawers
Of neatly folded things
And
Hidden inadequacy
Flaws
Foibles
Fears
Ruthlessly cutting through my attempts
To prevent
Your pillaging
——-Poetry
Nowhere to hide
No safe place to put things
Slide surreptitiously
That dirty sock with a toe
Slip it
Hide it
Under the bed
No
If it’s in my head
My heart
You find it
Pluck it
Weed around it
Trim
Prune
And suddenly it blooms
You take my rubbish
My worn out junk
And carefully polish
Turn it into love
How can I turn away
I’m hooked
Addicted to what you uncover
The raw power
Of undiscovered
Now recovered
Innocence
Bravery
Honesty
You made me
Look at everything
That I didn’t
Want to
What we face
Changes
Rearranges
When it is taken
Owned
Handled
Claimed
My own
Poetry
It cuts off the misbegotten rotting things slowly fermenting beneath the cover of skin
Where the mould grows
Green and black and hairy

Scary

Poetry
Cleanses
Swept
Ordered
Sorted
You take pain
And turn it into something quite extraordinary
How could I not follow
Swallow my pride
And give up
Take your hand
As you take mine
And write
Poetry

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