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