Down the Rabbithole

An ode to semi-requited love.

Her kohl-lined eyes on pristine skin

Abound with merriment, a quiet seduction too

When she walks the passageways with the other denizens

For mere denizens they are,

A sight to behold she is, that gait, that glide, that guile

He burns for her, deliberately, petulantly

He follows the crumbs of desire she’s left along her wake

 

Hankered after her for a while now, he has

Frozen time on his clock for that ever-elusive glimpse of her

Desperately hoping for his wild, uncontained passions to abate

Too little, too late

Her hold on him is strong now, it won’t recede

If only, there was more time

He sees the shadows approaching, he hears the bell tolling

Elements of a cruel Life in the guise of Fate

His little peach is overripe now, it’s time to fall away

Yet he still follows the crumbs of desire she’s left along her wake

 

Reviews

[FateDictates]

ahh I wanted more , i wanted it not to end..loved it...could relate

[WanderingGiraffe]

Thank you. I must say, the experience has turned me into a fatalist too.

[Potpourri]

what, she got married or something? Very well-written poem, keep it coming.