ninji

_(is it any) wonder_

she will stretch her wings as they stiffen
the jewel is the pearl is her body
and
don't you crave adornment?
her arms wrapped around you, soft landings in her velvet?

isn't the mold that the sculptor used
so perfect for this one?
form fitting just so?
you'll see past this dust, then.
you'll just give things time.

soon, the gods will sneeze and
alongside her,
spinning the world in motion
why,
her dust will disappear
then you'll see and hear
that she's been
rapt and
a liferaft
beside you
all this little while
swooning
and attending to you

for her, there's no fortress against the inevitability of you
you keep advancing
they tell her that it's always in reach when it's right
and seamless

that all beginnings are lovely
with their own intrinsic value

she's weary, Lover.
no one stays to mend the screen doors
and place lilies on the dinner table when the sun dies
no one tells her those
bedtime stories
or brings her costume jewelry and trinkets
from toy stores

no one coaxes
no one plays
is it any wonder she's more comfy
as a rare, exotic kind of wallpaper
hanging out in that house
that you used to live in

that you're
kind of
used to
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- ji