Reverie

Beyond Cupid

The neighborhood sleeps robustly…charmingly.

 

 

I sit quietly
utterly breathlessly.

 

Listening sadly to the inveterate, rasping wheeze
and pensively perceiving the impelling,

piercing eagerness

 

of my dismal, labored breath


Constrained to stay put, there is little I can do
but to repeatedly browse through
a raft of 'get-well' messages
which have consistently traversed
across your sedulous time-tables

surmounting the bustling maze

through the capricious world-wide-web.


I think of you and your caressing ways-

Your determined thriving to bolster me

through my trance-like medicated days;


planting a flimsy little flicker

to my dead-pan face.

 


This bantam lightweight note intends to modestly denote:

 
♔ my incalculable gratefulness for your unqualified wishes

 

and

 

♔ sportive acquiescence to my maiden experience

of loving your love

 

quixotic and so cogently beyond
the most adept shot of the Cupid's arrow.


© Chandra S, 2010

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Inspired by good wishes from afar.

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