All Hail

A persuasive slip of the tongue
Lingers on unpainted lips.
The invitation resounds clearly.
I shudder and scan the perimeter.

Reasons murky, feeling uneasy.
Disassociated with this barren landscape,
It is impossible to comprehend one tiny
Gleaming hope beyond paraphrases of tonight.

Your phrasing is impeccable, as always.
Your crown has not slipped one micron.
Within, halls gleam in palatial splendor.
For this I fear the wonder lying in wait.

What lurks behind these silver doors,
Cool to the touch, a white hot promise
Half spoken, half implied, in a world
Where I am an alien and all is foreign?

Gliding along the corridor, a surrender,
Sliding into a chamber filled with dark,
Hackles raised, a soothing breath evokes
A glorious release, time fades, peace.

~ARCantu, 09/25/10