Melato Speaks

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(A lone voice whispers)

My dearest Sarai

My red rose who I once met in downtime Chicago right of the blue

I just want to absorb all the sweet things

I see and worship about you

That glorious compassion reflected in your sometimes sad face

The incredible sensuality of your inviting warm smile

Which whispers of unspoken places upon luscious red lips

To revere within an extraordinary escape

From the deep rivers of this life's so tenuous rat race

The gracefulness of your delicate but firm touches

Likened to a nurse delivering care to a beloved patient

But without any watchers or repercussions

That shy dark stillness hidden behind your twin mirrors

That shines like a bright beacon to fellow sinners

I just want to absorb everything to help me breakthrough

All the hypnotic threads binding me to whatever

I see in you

Which holds me captive like a lost French soldier

Defeated at his own version of Waterloo

So when you can't see the true validity of yourself

When that incredible glimmer and shine that you inject within all those hungry souls hanging around you

Starts to fade and you slowly feel like you're falling off the shelf

Transforming into someone else's version of you that they feed and compel

To complete their spell

When you're ready to break free and that mesmerising originality needs to renew

I just want to be the only one you look to

To help you pull through  

 

Copyright John Duffy 

 

A dash of fun on a rather quiet Sunday morning. Salute.