Fortunes

 It is easy to state

how much I hate

to find us in a song,

yet I don't

and I know you love it

that we've reached this stage.

Your poison

turned me into poem

and like Galatea and Pigmaleon

I am a statue

looking at you

from the corner of the eye

at the center of the garden.

Also, however

I too am a carer,

I use my weapon

and shape my men

into speaking like me

so if that's what you want,

why are you so hesitant

to let yourself be

another beloved flower?

Why the surprise

in taking your lot

when how I embrace 

the way you court

and trace

my lines

is what makes me wise?

12/11/2020