Soft as Feathers

You may look as soft as feathers-
Feathers that are white and flying untouched.
But only now I know-
of your heaviness similar to that of a huge stone.
You’re possibly as cruel as me
Because you recognise your own kind;
Recognise them like they are your own blood and bone.
You’re definitely partially deaf-
For you hear my voice
But not my heart,
You hear my songs
But not my desperation, fascination, and exasperation.
Desperation to have your eyes devour me,
To-for once and for all, attain release from your ruling in my dreams,
To have you look at me the way you look at your art piece.
Fascinated with whatever little attention that I receive,
With the relief when you see me,
tease me, hold me, and squeeze me.
Exasperated with how I like you, despise you, advertise you,
How I’m bright when beside you,
How I lie to you, blind you, bite you, and still write you

You may seem as brilliant as gold dust-
Spreading wings and coloring pallettes.
But much like my heart’s desire, you are dumb,
And riding too high on lame pride,
I would know, because I’ve had none.
Not a hint of shame either-
While I concoct all kinds of dreams, scenarios, and convictions,
Placate myself that you are mine,
But has gold ever belonged to only one place, one person, or time?
You’re definitely partially cold-
Stone ice, through to your bones.
For, how can you touch me,
Melt in my arms, and still let go?
For you hold my skin
But not my eyes, Neptune blue, and Hestian hearth
Hearth that I accrued from the times moon burned me
Hearth that I saved through the coldest nights-
to keep you as close as my coldest thoughts.
To-for once and just once, disintegrate at the feather’s touch,
And lie undisturbed
like the obscure flower beds – on mountains plodded.
Intoxicated as you receive me, perceive me, deceive me, and grieve me.
Aggravated at how i bribe you, imbibe you, and ice you,
How I’m millpond when beside you,
How I entice you, suffice you, try you, and reprise you.