Merging into midnight
in the half-glow
of candle-light
these warm, whispering shadow-selves
of the two people
or more
I am
when I allow myself to be
in infinite immensity
When I stop replying
diplomatically
coz the splinters in my soul
just can't take it anymore
y' know
the stuff the world will dish out
given half a chance
or less:
Dollops of doubt
cold bowls of scowls
surface smiles
and canned, ready-serve praise
from recycled yesterdays
and the recommended daily dose?
"Take it all
with a pinch o' salt."
But then I run
from friendly walls
I made myself
surrounded with -
to seek the hand
of an old friend:
to simply hold
and not to keep
and know the worth
of acquaintances deep
de-tag the roles
in relationship games,
re-build the world
in re-usable clay...
soft and warm and oh so sweet:
it would be to live and learn,
weep and trip,
make mistakes and not be whipped
emotionally,
physically
spiritually
for we could then
forever have
the power of a wondrous
re-moldable life-script.
If simply thinking
of such a thing
could pure serenity bring,
then what cause have I
to give a thought
to paths not walked,
gifts not given
weight not lost
and love not taken
For all their worth
is well-contained
in this one moment
of caramelizing milk!
Just top it off with fresh strawberries sliced head to toe
a lump of shugah - and life's purr-fect once more!

Way To Go, Babeh!!
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