This Poem Contains No Metaphors

Your brown eyes are sparrows 

Look at me and let them fly. 

In your heart: forests of neem trees

Speak to me and let them sing their musky notes

How long can love hide,

In the cashmere shawl of similitudes or

In the shadows of my metaphors 

Knitted into poems to be written but not shared?

This poem contains no metaphors. 

Love is a shy bride

She does not unveil in chance meetings 

At the train stations of imagination

Nor at the bookstores of reality.

Do not let love’s veil be her shroud 

Do not let her rib cage be broken and split

Across the lengths of  continents 

With her heart falling into some uncharted Atlantic of nothingness. 

So come

In just a single word beyond metaphor or

Inhibition, characters or regret. Come 

Your brown eyes are sparrows 

Let them fly to me.