Inherent...
Wearing my heart
on thy sleeve
I succumb to the pressure
I bow out,
I take my leave

Placing my heart
Behind a fortress
Anticipating my gatekeepers call

He comes to scale these tethered walls
Seeking entrance
With words of love, poetic rhythms
While I wait to feel the magic
Of the emotions I hide

For what seems like long ago,
His words captured my heart,
To a place I would fall
Continually....
All the way down

Where I would land waiting
While my writer's soul
Lay dormant in a dungeon
Chiseled out in the corner
Of my heart...

Waiting for it's release
With the beckoning of his words
And their tantalizing call