Rein In

 if I may then;
I wonder
of those Tibetan silver anklets chime in grace
wrapped around those feet, and hung around my face 
I would want to hold my tongue at this stage
Bite my own fingers to stop my pace
For such poems see no lines nor space
And I am a harbour master , I mind my gaze
So I will stop this utterance , hold my keel
Look at a picture of those coloured window panes 
Knowing not to turn around and look into my mind
For it brews unbridled desires , and unspeakable ways