literally walking on eggshells,I scratch my nails on my palmpatter of your feet stops my panicmy ragged breath rights itselfI tidy up the spilled frosted sugarat times I can't fathomthe way fact occurs along with fictionred welts on my arms tell a tale of decaywhen you rub that salve to soothe itI close my eyes and let you wash over me
I build my words one over the othercarefully brick those incement the edges;look at my work from afarnote the unevened plainsI again break each portion in tiny bitsrearrange differentlymy own words give me strengthI mix it with pleasure add gold sheen to polishwatch it reflected in your seductive eyes"your presence takes my poetry to a higher plane"
in the cheap pages of her colouring book,she draws pictures,a ball of yarn, a balloona few scattered starsthe sun and the moonshe sketches her mother toothe face being blurredher dad holding both their handsher world is smallyet her yearning so bigthose colours smudge-demarcate too
trapping her within
"that blank page at the end says it all for that lonely child"
quite clearly I hear my fatherclimbing up the stairswith a inviting smileI open the door widein that expanse of landingI see empty nothingnessyet feel his righteous presencewhile my heart soarsmy lucid mind tells me otherwisehe has been gone for few years nowand can not be salvagedI close the doorlean against itquite clearly I hear my fatherclimbing down the stairs
cryptic messagesI find in my inboxturn those aroundheightened sensationsdo me in, night soundspale in comparisonslowly my toes curl,thoughts unfurl, I give myself to imagination"all this from mere words, turning a phrase here and there"
melting luscious lips,soft as rose petalsmoist, glowingsensually invitingthough asleep, shemade him fall in love.he swayed, ready towake her up with a kiss.with breath held upshe waited for his lipsto merge with hers,so as to she couldsimulate to be woken up.a prince who lovedher to eternity and backfor what she was.she wanted to leaveher past far behind-she was so fed up.
witch had cursed hera new lover each nightsince she was sixteen.for a while, she had enjoyedpleasures of the flesh.while those thoughtschased in her mind-the prince bent downkissing her softly."voltage jolting through, she ceased being a single entity"
after almost three decadesyou have drifted awayyou didn't look backmy cards sent back unopenedemails discardedwhen I see you onlineand connect with youyou turn awayswitch off mentally from memy thoughts franticI still try to be in touch"odor of memories make me lurch towards you, you, a friend I made in my first day of college-
don't let the show get in the way of life"
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This is about one of my closest friend of 27 years, who for no apparent reason refuses to acknowledge her old friends, me included. She might have her reasons. And we would understand those reasons if only she shared with us. I truly wish her well in whatever she does, wherever she is.
