Open House

My secrets cry aloud

I have no need for tongue

My heart keeps open house

My doors are widely swung

An epic of the eyes

My love, with no disguise





My truths are all foreknown

This anguish self-revealed

I’m naked to the bone

With nakedness my shield

Myself is what I wear:

I keep the spirit spare





The anger will endure

The deed will speak the truth

In language strict and pure

I stop the lying mouth:

Rage warps my clearest cry

To witless agony