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A Self-Contained Communion

She smelled pleasant like the first sun shower after a scorchy weather
Memories floating like the rainbow after rain, scattered colors but together

Her lips were iced, but those black, burdensome eyes recited a gospel fable
While her grievous shoulder thrusted her, deep down a vague tumble

At times unpoised, like a nomad shipping too fast
At times stormless, like a baby falling asleep at the back of the moving car

And all the while she got me more curious
Made me wanting to unburden her forbidden secrets

Intrigued by her blended texture, my desire to unearth her increased
And the more I plunged her profound soul, the more penetrating and mysterious it became

A congenital seeker, baiting her hook to hunt something dark
A glittery-eyed maniac, now filled with bursting words, then painfully shy

I want to slither in through the cracks of her heart
Quench my thirst and drink the elixir of this abstract art

May be she is caught up in a dream
Or maybe she is curtaining some deep enigma she is scared to tell,
They find her spiritless for she never shared her heart
I see her as a closed book waiting to be spelled

To the falling star I say, may she words her vibes to someone someday
And may she bellow like an untamed animal in dismay

I lift my eyes, watch her multitudes in revere
I swear the mirror never seemed so clear.

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