As the clock goes tick tock, I convince myself
I am at my best when my word consists of
my thoughts and feelings. I paint the landscape
with the brush of my imagination and wrap
my planet with a bubble of privacy.
I cannot let others enter it because once,
I allow a guy with curiosity hanging at the tip
of his tongue. He observes with naked eyes
before he wears his sunglasses of judgement,
blinded to the rainbow of honesty.
But alas, Adam needs his Eve as much as
I need my man. As much as night follows daylight.
The air in my world is too much for me.
I need to hear a voice not of my own creation,
but of my equal, someone with whom
I want to share my world.
I want a man who understand that my silence
is not my refusal to connect with other worlds.
My bubble of privacy also acts as a dome
of security. I want a man who can help me
discover more colours with which I can beautify
Above all, I want a man who can be my world
just as I can be his.