let me live my life as a leaf.
let me lift and leave as they do.
they beg not to let go of limb…
but they go nevertheless, their greeness outgrown.
their brightness only crumbling to rustling brown bits
as i watch whether trampler will rake them back to me…
they do not stay as i do.
i alone cannot bear for each of them to go.
leaving me so bare and barren once more.
let eternal winter slay me through once.
lashes no more, no one hears my white muffled cries.
crack me in two and be done with your icy touch.
let not Spring come again with her adornments,
they mean nothing to me no more.
Sultry Summer with her,
blush of petit sweet offerings.
my bitterness ever taints them…
carressing eyes yet shriveling tongues.
etch not your beloveds upon me…
i promise your parting,
under my very boughs.
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Juxtaposition II
A shared birthday:
She walks into his embrace, gazing into his eyes. She can’t help but glow.
He sings “Happy Birthday” softly to her.
He asks “Do you want a cake?”
She looks at him: “Hmmm…I want something sweeter…”
They come out of their room,
Happily spent.
She takes out a box of indian sweets
All his favorites she hopes…
She presses the candle softly into a gulab jamun in the middle.
“Let’s celebrate both our birthdays!” he enthuses.
He pulls her into his lap, she puts her arms around him,
They sing to each other in boxers and lingerie.
she sings softly, her lips lightly grazing the side of his head with every word. They kiss before they blow out the candle together.
“What did you wish for?”
“You’re my wish come true” she says laughing gaily.
I wish we could do this ever year…
A much later birthday (hers):
They stand over the stove
Looking at a cake slice in a box.
“Why don’t we sit down?”
“Nah, let’s have the cake?”
He gets forks.
“Aren’t you going to sing for me, it is my birthday..?”
“Really?…uh yeah ok…”
“Happybirthdaytoyou. Happybirthdaytoyoudear…”
He sticks his fork into the cake slice and shoves it in his mouth. He goes for a second, intent on the cake.
“It’s good!”
She stands there looking at him.
She swallows her disappointment… She wishes it wouldn’t feel so intense each time she has to do it….
You would think by now i would know better.
The cake tastes pasty in her mouth.
let me live my life as a leaf
let me live my life as a leaf.
let me lift and leave as they do.
they beg not to let go of limb…
but they go nevertheless, their greeness outgrown.
their brightness only crumbling to rustling brown bits
as i watch whether trampler will rake them back to me…
they do not stay as i do.
i alone cannot bear for each of them to go.
leaving me so bare and barren once more.
let eternal winter slay me through once.
lashes no more, no one hears my white muffled cries.
crack me in two and be done with your icy touch.
let not Spring come again with her adornments,
they mean nothing to me no more.
Sultry Summer with her,
blush of petit sweet offerings.
my bitterness ever taints them…
carressing eyes yet shriveling tongues.
etch not your beloveds upon me…
i promise your parting,
under my very boughs.
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