Competing Interest

Over dinner, you tell me all;

Bending to whispered thoughts
Sunburnt terracotta tendrils
Wilfully un-tether
Soft, shining chignon.
A careless, pinned elegance.

Breathless, dandelion laughter
Spins a dizzy defiance
Around this crowded room,
Shooing tearstain shadows
From elf-wood eyes
Glowing
Green as Gaias bounty.

My young sprite,
Bright first-born.

With these same hands
I would gather
You to me in love
Yet
would crush the one
who broke your heart
So soon.

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Sept 2012 edit