The upturned mischievous dark green eyes
The way she rolled from one side of the bed to the next, lazily stretching and extending her arms, releasing her palms, invisible claws
That same calm, in madness
One flinch and those hands would become deadly, fatal.
She was able to take your eyes out in a flash!
Her vulnerability, those child-like cuddles.
You; wanting to mall her, but then she became void, absent.
You often questioned- was it all a dream?
Her existence, I mean.
Aloof, independent, needing nothing.
You wondered, did she even breathe and eat like other humans?
Wednesday, August 26, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: feminism,love,romance,sexuality