you can't run
I've been anointed
with the sky's lotions when
I was born
⋯
love was waiting
for me, pure and frenetic,
passionate and bright
⋯
with a texture,
delicate and graceful, I've got
a prophetic name
⋯
my duties were
to keep my family happy,
brimming with pride
⋯
lessons transmitted by
my loved ones to me,
implemented top augur
⋯
the faith expressed
is to live together peacefully,
side by side
⋯
equally, yet different,
you can't run from love,
but towards it
⋯
now, my mood
whistles bizarrely, a song's riffs
across the room
⋯
always in love,
migrating on your thought's eyelid,
I'm your rhyme