She is a sonnet
Given breath
A heartbeat
With lightning crackling in her veins
Given voice
Brimming with the fury of celestials
Her crisp footsteps
The pregnant wake of summer showers
She is the song
I will sing
A lifetime and more
The only one I will know
For none other
Shall grace my lips
My waking hours I spend
Begging for the alms
Of her lovingkindness
For the intense gentleness
Doled out tenderly
To orphaned souls like mine.
May 24, 2017
May 24, 2017 at 11:00 PM UTC
She is a sonnet
Given breath
A heartbeat
With lightning crackling in her veins
Given voice
Brimming with the fury of celestials
Her crisp footsteps
The pregnant wake of summer showers
She is the song
I will sing
A lifetime and more
The only one I will know
For none other
Shall grace my lips
My waking hours I spend
Begging for the alms
Of her lovingkindness
For the intense gentleness
Doled out tenderly
To orphaned souls like mine.
For my geisha.
