Friday, September 18, 2020

The late bloomer


Have you ever been in love? 
That bounding heart.. 
Those butterflies in the tummy..  
Those smile that hesitate to leave. . 
Those random checks on phone.. 

I fell.. 
Yes,  it was a fall!
From a cliff to the ocean
Not knowing the corals and whales
Who wouldn't want to be on air
Not to fly and to get wet!

Was it an age to be in love?  
I tied myself with the morales
I wasnt a brave witch,  and
Never wanted to be a bitch! 

I looked at him,  
The island he was.
Surrounded by the ocean,
Serene, blue  and tempting
The place where mermaids sunbathed, 
Roving birds nested, 
Perivinkles bloomed.

There I looked at my feet. 
The wrinkled skin was dry, and dirty.
The dull nails that lost its glow; 
The stink hangnails!
I was old,  old enough to let go of love.

However I wanted to be drenched.
I stepped by the shore
Gazed at the waves, 
Merging with the horizon.

Then it came,  a torrent of his love.
Touched my feet,  my knees and there.
It was warm and salty  ;
Just a lava from the core of his heart

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