
The Rug
I laid at your feet — a prayer
My burgeoning solicitude sheltered you from the break of silence,
from the silent cacophany of exhausted tears
and raging unmovable stones
The silence fasted on morning’s dissonance,
I waged a wordless war on rolling pebbles, that
drowned in the sea of the voice I threw to the winds,
its ripples rings on the rug you laid my heart out to be
I laid bare, I laid bare all I was promised to be,
all I was anointed, all that you are, will be as far as my eyes could fathom,
as far as the gods could fall —
It’s of no matter my state of undress, defrocked of linen and lace,
I wear the fibers deposited by your feet,
unnaturally man-made, your carbon print,
delineating upon the cartography of my souls memory,
the character of its breath
Your steps, in tune with my silence, past the boundaries of my voice
— break the silence, shatter the rock that is this night,
with the eloquence of speech, that I may hear above
the preeminent deafness of this discord,
Place your feet upon the impressions you left,
rug that I am, I will cushion your break, as
the silence shatters and falls —
I will secret its sounds and hush the night
Rug that I’ve become, I lay at your feet a silent prayer,
Be all this night has prayed in the silence of my heart-break
The barriers of sound crossed the door of deaths threshold,
wiping his feet on this rug — my psalm — you
did not heed my warnings in the silence of your mind
My whispers to your silence, the ripples upon the rug
— you have frayed the edges, worn a hole on its distress,
with all that you are, with all that I am,
as far as the gods have fallen — upon the rug that is your heart. Selah —
Copyright ©. R Tsambounieri Talarantas. May 27, 2020. All Rights Reserved.






