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            Sheila

 
 
 
Sheila  
of big olive eyes  
long brown tresses  
haunts me  
day and night  
            
She sits  
on my chest
smiling  
calling out my name  
near yet distant  
 
My mind chases  
her voice
always trailing off  
by a mere light year  
 
She is cold  
and hard  
 
contradiction  
 
in flesh and blood  
 
Her lips make me  
want to cry and beg  
but she just laughs  
that lingering laugh  
scorching me slow  
an unkind desert storm  
 
Sheila has a  
billion dollar heart  
priceless innocence  
voice of the gods  
 
I always want to  
penetrate beyond  
all of these and  
see her who for  
she is deep down  
at the very core  
 
but I have learnt  
that she studied  
psychology and  
no soap can undo  
her defense mechanism  
 
there are times when  
I crave for  
her scent  
her body
her neck  
 
I want to love her  
in my stoic clumsiness  
and let her ringing laughter  
create that note which  
sends the crescendo  
farther and farther away  
 
but Sheila is someone  
who must have been
a firefighter
some other time 'cause
she still knows business  
 
Written by Whitewand6
Published | Edited 16th May 2012
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