Layered
Layered
The very first layer of my being
As thin as the fine skin on your lids
That creases when you close your eyes shut
while the sunrise makes its bids
The second, a catalyst
Like your soul
Lets things in and won't blemish
The third, a little bird
I sing it a lullaby every other night
There there, we can't let you out just yet
Gotta keep you from that preying kite
Fourth? The bird's cage
Stubborn like your mind
There's no entrance
For cash or kind
Then there's a fifth, an explosive
Just like your touch
A whisk could turn me to ashes
Can't complain so much
And a sixth, a slow killing poison
Like your words when you pour aged whiskey on them
And then cleverly neutralize
with that dreamy look in your eyes
And just like that
You add a layer after another to my being
With every sunset and moonrise
I happened to look into the mirror this morning
Weren't you bloody good at the job?
That reflection - unrecognizable!