Saturday, January 24, 2015

The Child

He is so sweet

so delicious

yet so shy


He can wink

with one eye

and can run really fast


Makes her smile without doing

anything. Makes her day

when he sits next to her


Her voice sings

and laughs. Her

little feet dance


Let's invite them over!

They are not your friends, I said

They will be when the others are not around


I can try but what if they say no?

Ask the friends first. When they say yes, he will come too

the child said, innocence glimmering in her eyes


Weaving her web big

and wide, just to draw

the boy to her


Who does not know she is many things

who shrugs off her worship

whose apathy stings


She is undeterred

She is in no hurry

She is the crouching spider


Alas, the day comes as she beholds him in the web

of conceit, threading his arms and legs

keeps him from scaling the tower of her heart


He, who does not know she is many things

who shrugs off her worship

whose spectral gaze echoes to the beating of her pumping organ


In the proud tower of her heart

 

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