My Sacred Place

Poetry Readings

A sacred haven

where boys

Became men

And men turned

Into craftsmen

Artisans

Of words and

Emotions

The very language

Of your hypothalamus

the very function

Of your left brain

Exploding

Like Katy Perry's

Fireworks

Unashamed

Unfeterred

Unapologetic

you hear them

Articulate

Throes

Of sorrow

Desperation

Of lost loves

Of happy endings

Of musings

That speak of

The chaos

In their mind

Taboo almost

And yet it is

Taboo

That makes it

All the more

Beautiful

Euphoric

nostalgic

eternal

Where women

Reveal

How cold a fire

Can turn

And how the heat

Can emanate

From ice

Where spite

Is thrown

Here and there

And yet

It is picked up

Again

one by one

Like shards of glass

Reattached

and turned

Into one hilarious

Song

Of romance

And love

and frisky

Sunsets

Singing your

Age old pain

that ironically

Is the prime

Ingredient

Of your joy

Gibran was right

So yes, I'm all for

Poetry readings

Men confessing

Unabashed

A rare happening

Women striving

To gain control

Of their wild minds

An even rarer thing

One sweet archaic

collective

confessing of

Sins

Like an unsatiated

Love affair

that just goes on and on

And one phrase just

About

Says it all

"Because Passion lives here."

And right here

I have found

My

Sacred place.