The Last Seduction

I can’t claim
That my left hand
Doesn’t know what my right hand
Is upto

I am not known to deceive myself
So easily

Instead, the two are working together
In a display of camaraderie

One holding your palm
And the other tracing those
Rivulets of fate running through them

My finger suddenly
Halts in its track
As I take my practiced cue
And look into your eyes
To tell you
“And this is where we met,
Never to part”

I wait for you to blush next
The reaction is known to me
I have met several before you
And never parted with them

The Witnesses

My poem, published in the July edition of the magazine Spark. Their theme for the month was weddings. I have tried to bring forth a slightly different perspective on the topic. Read on.

http://www.sparkthemagazine.com/?p=1987