I have a gift
I gift my life
I make donations
I feel alive
Bits and quarters
Nickels and dimes
E pluribus unum
They firmly chime!
Sharing is good
Sharing is kind
Sharing seperate lives
Is a feat of the mind
I opened her page
The photos were great
The world is our oyster
But how far can we gauge?
Do I know the deal?
The secret of you?
What she did to make you feel the tendresse you do?
I am sure as days go by
We'll follow the drill always
Our lives are many and each are real
We all keep switching face
Once young Janus mistook to wear
The mask proper for a ball
He had two; we have legion
So, Please no mistakes at all.
Or birthday cakes will crumble
As the heaving tears roll
The pretty face you like to see
In trembling grief will fall
Who are you you do not know,
The face you call your own
you distress so..
Do you discard , or disdain
your memories too?
A blank card and you will never
know
Never know how she felt when
The cuckoo called sweet, on summery afternoons
still not late but never she swoons
So notched upon your belt
You wore your score
And your seraph heart
Was a heart no more.
The face was the mask was the place where the
heart soft lent its grace
And the mask was the tactile lace
That covered its fleeting praise
The mask was elegance
its bliss came thence
When unmasked in it
Ephemeral grace
Everlasting...
Then heart arched its curves
In mirthful ease
smiles from the face
Free from shame's
Malice.
And from all bonds of coercion
There came release.
And though you did not hold what
was not your treasure
You could smile in such brilliant measure
You gave me a fond token, it was no crime to receive your dime
And return a nickel earned
From such innocent
Pleasurable times.
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(c) Amrita Valan 2014
1 comment:
Wow, Again.
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