Caress

care to caress a dimly lit face at the fall of the night?

i’m afraid, it’s the glazing freckles; will they come to bite?

bet the places on the map did crack you a deal real good,

i saw you doing some unfamiliar nexts,

resigning from ancient old ties— you thought you really could?

look me in the eye and I can find you a lost you, and tell what’s more to come,

an elaborate plan scribbled on your hand,

only when I thought it’s all under control, it is near to none.

write a handful of words or stack plenty on a shelf, graces continue to remain in wonder, 

you cannot not lose sense of objective reality, when a lightning wins the thunder.

a soul dies, a tear rolls, a head spins with every letter,

wait until a delinquent downpour washed the smell of the caress, you don’t realise— for better.


~a.