You broke in
during my hours of sleep
and crept through
the emotion storeroom.
Eying nic-nacs, relics,
not giving them a second glance.
You had only one chance
to gain the prize you sought.
Through the gloom
you saw what you had in mind.
The thing you hoped to find,
that feint red-tinged light
from a cage across the vast room.
Through the defences you dived,
below laser beam alarm devices,
armed and primed, ready to ring.
You avoided all of them.
Through the room
with spring lined walls,
a row of consoles with questions
only a true lover could fathom.
You got nearer the prize.
Then a question you couldn't
possibly answer.
Or so I thought.
Who is the love of my life?
You pictured my eyes,
as photographs flowed across my view,
deep in the slipstream dreams,
names flickered in neon,
then faded, vapour
into the ether.
You saw a glimmer
when one name was called.
Just a spark, a feint shimmer
in the fabric of time.
But it was enough
you answered correctly.
The thing you'd sought,
the prize
was yours.
Now within your grasp
you held my heart.
Eager to store
it in pride of place,
with the other hearts
you had encased.
For it shone
the brightest
when that name
was whispered in the darkness,
or when an image of her
fluttered swiftly
across my eyes.
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