She Remained Unarrived.
She Remained Unarrived.
And so happened one night
that she
didn’t come to my rescue.
I’d have showered her
with my weird love
so much to the effect
that she’d be soaked
in an infinite pool of dreamy perceptions
and surrounded by clouds white
of endorphins and dopamines.
(a whiter than the whitest white; like an epitome of white)
And I’d have been elevated
by the sheer plainness
of her face
if not anything else.
Though I’d rather caress
her flawless neck
or just look
for my green
in her stark naked black eyes
sans any kohl whatsoever.
but
there she is.
Unarrived.
Probably wondering
what am I up to next?
And here I was.
With a hundred
and twenty three moons gone by
just wanting
a little love in return
while I nurture
and give her
a mountainful
of my idea of affection.