Provocation

(By Sil, the 30th of July, 2011, HBC)

Think of me
Running in the heathlands
Covering your step
Treading the forbidden path to the left
And though your aversion
Will scour my calf like tangled gorse
I’ll break through
This partition taboo
I won’t stop
Until I’ve marvelled
At ink-stained rock
Submerged in froth
The morning sun
Casts on us all tomb divers
The same detached stare
Beauty cannot be fenced-off
And if you dare
Me
With one gentle brush of hand
I will prove
The mighty fortress you built on this beach
Is just a castle of sand