Don’t

gossamer

 

Don’t fall in love with him;

He’s a dreamer.

The twig that sits on your hair

Is his snowflake;

The sweat on your skin

Dew of a morning nigh;

Freckles born on your back

Galaxies in his sky.

 

Don’t fall in love with him;

He’s a poet.

Glimmering verses will besiege

An unsuspecting heart,

Like gossamer on morning grass.

No words of another

Will taste right

On a tongue scathed.

 

Don’t fall in love with him;

He’s a lover.

Kisses will mark your monuments,

Your morning azaan and evening chai.

Your dreams will be tangled with,

Wild hair addicted to,

Symphonic sighs.

 

Don’t fall in love with him.

Don’t think it.

But if you dare to, sweet girl,

Stay.

For he’s a dweller,

And you’re home.

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