~ Entombed! ~

~ Entombed! ~

I have waited for you long enough,

To deserve you, at least this once …

Majestic steps creak under your feet,

Miming the yawning splits in their heart

No, no, these fissures can’t be healed or cured,

For all the time you have,

It will be spent leafing through them,

For the depth these ravines hold,

In their sore heart, and deep beyond,

Remains the mausoleum of the memories,

Those made once and again, alone …

The nobility of arched symmetrical domes,

Persian impressed motifs bejeweling,

The rich aesthetic tomb, narrow hungry gullies,

Vaulted channels, vine-like columns, secret they so hold,

You walked under them, amidst it, yesterday,

With your urbane shades on …

It wonder me no more, for why you didn’t see,

A skinny white palm, peeking from behind the door,

The jaded red door, with rusted dangling hinges,

The sight of which you drank the most …

Enshrined is the sky, its beloved sun,

In the far west dry arroyo of the same tomb,

Grave of the refurbished, varnished aplomb …

Famished are the fissures, dear, too much to control,

And with their ravenous skeletal arms,

They keep asking, for more, just a little more …

With time and spade in your hand, coming morrow,

Disinter me from my ornate tomb,

Not the way you so do intend,

But how I preciously want,

For,

I have waited for you long enough,

To deserve you, at least this once …