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A zephyr, a soft wind
rumpling the hem of your rainbow skirt,
shuffling the layers of your fine apparel.
Why do you hide under so much?
Tell me again you are not from Pluto.
You are blue with cold, and hard
like diamond, only that you radiate
a sheen nothing can equal–
How did you become a captive
in a cyclone of your own whirlwind?
This bulwark of ice no tongue
can lick through, walls that muffle
vowels out of love songs.
–O demure one, beyond tall walls,
firewalls,
and a tongue-load of stinging retorts
is a you so big and soft and warm
at heart that I want to break you free
from a world that burns you in low degrees,
from a world that coops you in chambers
of old heartbreaks,
from a world that holds you in a labyrinth of doubts
mutating like a genome of incurable insecurities.
–Run with me, let's get feral together.
Come, together we can make the Sun envious,
But you remain fixed in your burrowed comforts.
Darling, when will you realize
that I came here– with the patience
of a siege laid about a beautiful city
–prepared and ready, to wait,
to sleep or even die here,
till you open the gate of your heart
wide enough to welcome my love.


©MideManuel