The Visit
& debate begins, tension builds
seeking in a world of not knowing
I roll over debating my mind
I reach out to touch
to mine your words
your thoughts, experiences
I do not ask, I wait.
You come with your hug tight
I love you contained in arms you wrap around
& I witness your struggle
& all that you contain
& all that you hold back
& your story pours out
& I write poetry
because poems provoke questions
as I become lost in a maze.
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The action words like reach, touch and hold soften the tensions you introduce in the first half of the poem. I like the double entendre I see the word mine.
Your placement of the lone ampersand at the top, in relation to its repeated use in the second half, suggests to me the presence of a wall that you know deserves your respect and that you well know what is behind it.