how to want the warmth

or really, how not to.

imagine velvet walls, pianist and violins, moonlight dancing with the chandelier

above; a grand affair. 

everyone suited, of course. just alike, shaking hands,

“sir,”

“as you were.” 

injection-forced smiles while shadows eclipse their heads, dimming the hanging 

diamond lights as they speak in tongues.

laughter echos from cathedral ceilings, spirals down into deaf cellars and

oh, there will be cocktails that night and concoctions that night, 

easy, put me to sleep and then wake me back up!

you’ll thank the waitress, politely, generously offering ten per cent gratuity, five 

per cent pity ‘cause she isn’t all that pretty…

mirrors noticeably around every corner, catching glances each passing time. 

adjust:

bow-tie (check)

cuff links (check)

slight quaff, unwrinkle, tuck-in your shirt. now,

back to businesss!

and dance akin to swaying scare-crow, in some flawless type of wind where steps 

match up mechanically, symmetrically; photographer, and pose. 

now your face is on the news

and it’s nothing new to you, always defence,

the sun could be your spotlight

so it’s really too bad that the sun can't reach;

that those clouds suspended above you, 

well you’re not sure how to rid them or even, really, how to want the warmth.

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[Kaa Na Kalyanasundaram]

and dance akin to swaying scare-crow, in some flawless type of wind where steps
match up mechanically, symmetrically; photographer, and pose.
now your face is on the news
and it’s nothing new to you, always defence,
the sun could be your spotlight
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great write. I like it. with regards.

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. yeah ... we've all seemed to have forgotten that which is at the very core of our existence ... this is a superbly written piece of poetry ... alive, awake, and incredibly thought-provoking ...

[just is]

Amazing wonderful read. Enjoyed

[Emily B]

brilliant poetry, much needed