I was unsure whether or not it was real
Although, what is real did not concern me
for now.
The curves of its shape seduced me
How could I see the beauty in mere geometry
Angles, lines, and degrees
Its X-axis made me long to be
Y it made me stand tall and reach
The right angle of elbow used to guard my face and heart
Soon became extended to the 180
Which is what I turned once I laid eyes on this…
I’m not sure what it was.
My limp but hopeful hand were about to caress the face of God’s work
Soft my approach
Loft my heartbeat
A seat is what I needed as the nerves of touching beauty struck me
How upsetting it would be to crush it
Callous hands and cold eyes
I had been through it, seen the devil
Danced with him and came out fit.
What if my hand were still to carry the fire I had to use to shake hands with Satan
My hand landed, softly on the face of what I thought was God’s work
My knees bent like an equilateral triangle
My face now became the graph where tears plotted to salt my appearance
My limp hand became limper
Pathetic.
It was pressed against a wall as I looked at it
My degree of chin went from hopefully
To shame.
There was no beauty,
I had been blinded by its attraction
Like a child first approached by a butterfly
Curious I was, furious I was
The devil had been playing tricks on me again
I thought the war was won
But too did I think this was to be my lady in blue
I sat there, slumped, hand slid off the wall
In a pool of tears because my sight had been narrow.
If only I had looked around
To see that I had fallen in love with a shadow.
Green Dharma 