Forty Three

I spend all afternoon assembling pieces of you together.
I sit on the floor, legs outstretched, head cocked, wondering what piece of you goes where.
My jigsaw. My challenge for the day.

You keep changing, with every piece of you I put together. Different permutations of you.
I understand you better. And out of the sheer joy of it, I apply two and two better.

Occasionally, there are pieces missing. So, I break off bits of me, and put them there.
A little spittle to smooth out rough edges. A nip here. A tuck there.

You take any shape you want. You grow. You’re beautiful now.
Glowing and full and ready to walk out, shine, put the sun to shame.

I bask in the glory of you.

Each ray of you, pouring through me, spilling onto the floor beyond.
Through gaping spaces.

Spaces made to make you.

20 thoughts on “Forty Three”

  1. Brilliant. Like your previous post. And many others before it.[Tangled] ‘Easy to slip one’s head into’? Ugly image just popped up in my head.

  2. “Occasionally, there are pieces missing. So, I break off bits of me, and put them there.A little spittle to smooth out rough edges. A nip here. A tuck there” Stranger designs of humans!This is a masterpiece. These lines linger in the mind. My search is fruitful… Congrats. cheers..kunjubi

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