To some it is the hidden which always challenges,
an icebergs fascination lies in depths unseen.
Beneath the surface,
this woman intrigues,
her heart, her mind has twist and turns
Do you want to know?
To share the secrets behind the window dressing?
Should you be the one to lift the mask?
Or better to stay skidding along the outside,
satisfied with a skim smile and party chatter…
Do you delve on a whim, a passing affection?
Tread carefully and consider,
tempting as it is to be the wizard behind the curtain,
pull the sleeping worm from the cocoon too early,
and it dies.
Stir up the memory of what emotions were when it was allowed,
when it was safe,
to feel them,
once the shell has been cracked open,
nothing will stop the red blood welling up.
Will you ride out the storm,
the tidal wave,
and stand with her ready to extend a hand,
to begin the journey back, burn the map
plot a new destination?
Or will you cobble the pieces back together,
smooth the glue,
give a rueful pat,
then turn away?