I am lovestruck. Lovestruck
am I. A glance, a wink. A sheepish
grin is all you need to be me for
-ever and ever. Yes, you and
me together as - one.

Promise me you will never
leave that you will hold me so
dearly that not even the current
of time can pull us apart. You’re
mine
now, dear.

Imagine my pale hands smoothing
the crease of your thoughts imagine
the sound of my hollow heels scraping
the long winding road - do you hear?

No, rather,
imagine and keep imagining.

But when the time comes and I
become yours, do feed me as I
fed you, do hear me as I heard
you, and above all, do stay with me
as I have stayed with you.

Atlast, you fed me. You heard
me
but you didn’t stay with me.
She showed up and you
glanced away, widened your
eyes, and ceased your lips!

You left me
here,
Alone.

It just ******* ***** that he had a girlfriend.

So many headlines. And yet no
toecurves.
No toecurves to mark your death.
No toecurves to highlight,
to underscore,
to emphasize,
to bring to attention,
to show,
what you’ve achieved, man’s liberation,
woman’s liberation, my birthday,
your birthday - no toecurves.

But if there were toecurves,
I’d say they would report my
constant quarrelling with my brother,
how we’d threaten to drop
each other’s deepest secrets
into the basket we call, our mother’s
ears.

Most certainly, if there were toecurves,
we’d all be more captivated. If you think
about
it, we’d now see who’s cheating
on who, who’s the one stealing
from the fridge - yes, it’s smelly
information all over and over.

You may think - but that’s when
I’d come in to stop you. The thing
with toecurves, is that you’re not
really supposed to think about it.

You’re supposed to think about it,
like food for thought.