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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
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