The
Favored
Center of
attention
Knaves and
would-be lovers tangle rapturously in words
That slip from
her tongue in silken eloquence
A sweet cascade
of wanton thought
All ears within
this space entombed
Wait restlessly
to hear her next remark
And breathless
expectations hang in silence
All the more
fulfilling for their pains
They wonder at
this mortal who, so much unlike myself,
Can serve to
them their hearts upon a tray
While yet they
watch
So helplessly
bemused by artful guile
Here I, the
keeper of the peace with aching heart
Wish desperately
to catch the falling crumbs
And form of them
a way to learn this grace
To hold within
my hands this thing elusive
This riddle that
I’ve failed to understand
While all the
while these words
Held captive in
my mind
Begin to tremble
with the need to be set free
“Look at me!”
“See me!”
“I’ll never hurt
you, tease you, leave you, break your heart!”
“I want only to
be known and to be seen for who I am -
Held separate
and apart, not part of her
To have
something that is ever all my own
That cannot be
distracted by the banter and the guise
To see me, and
me alone – be mine, all mine
To fascinate, to
love, to form a thought.
Is it really all
too much to ask?"
Laughter bleeds
back into my hearing
I look around at
nothing that has changed
And all that is
the same
Center of
attention
So far away from
me, so unconcerned
I am companion
to the favored - nothing more
As still and
calm I sit
In utter silence
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