Sko Poem by Bjorn Visser

I’m never safe.
My toes hide within your leathery confines.
But, as the nightingale sings,
I hide from you.

scared and confused,
unsure.
With no eyes, ears, or mouth.
Well, nothing more than lines.
I still tremble,
when you stare at me,
when the doves go –
quite.
I sink within my sheets,
like a worm hides,
for weeks within a cocoon.

But I fear that from within you,
nothing comes out looking
even a smatter as pretty
as the silently fluttering
butterfly.

I try and hide you,
lock you up in my multi-colored
wardrobe.
But somehow, you have always escaped me.
painting my night, elephants hide grey.

Your always there to tangle me,
wrestle me down
you have been.
Ever since the fine lines of youth
touched me.
Up to now,
where adolescence starts to fade.

Keeping my toes,
confined yet comfortable.
Keeping my mind.
Staring at me,
eyeless and without expression.