She had mood swings,
Often in tune with librating moon.
She was more than one at a time.
So much more than I knew.
Cuddling with her was
The liquid pleasure.
There she was.
She was here. She was
Oh so flawless,
Kept shut. But her mind,
I knew, was exploring
Like she knew,
I’ll die shivering,
Looking at her mouth and her neck.
And all the places
I wanted to kiss her at.
She knew that too.
Then so slowly,
She’d walk around,
Beginning to dance on her own tune.
I tried imitating,
Recalling the last tango we did together,
But every time was a new rhythm,
So I was naïve, always, with her.
She was unpredictable,
And surprisingly tempestuous all the time.
It was a pleasant surprise,
To know this part of her.
Yet she was kind.
Her heart was a home to pearls.
Her eyes were ruby.
Her exterior was rock-solid,
But she was hurt easily… by some.
Her laughter used to put back life in me.
She’d lay on still water,
Lost in imagination,
Holding strings attached to lily-pads.
She had fluctuating relation with stars,
Perhaps a mystery,
But she loved the moon.
She knew how to talk to shadows.
What a flamboyant extension to her psyche!
Her interior was full of liquid.
No wonder that I got wet
When oft her heart sloshed.
So much she taught me.
So much more
Than I thought.
I’m still learning.
Written for Photo Prompt#45 @ MLMM