dawud wharnsby

Let Me In On Your Secrets

Let Me In On your Secrets

Women smooth out white sheets

of loose leaf  poetry for me to read.

Their hearts are open for me to explore.

They lead me quietly through the rows of words,

my eyes groping the private parts of their past.

I am not the one to prescribe penance, medication or therapy.

For I too am a romantic, lonely soul

in need of strong eyes to hold my paper,

and read my poem.

~ d.wharnsby, Waterloo, Canada, November 1997