Friday, May 8, 2015

Adreyo Sen- A Poem

The Black Widow to the Hulk
(or, the Ballad of Wise Women Through the Ages)

You fear me.
Or rather
you fear to hold me.
You fear you are too much,
that the too much in you
will explode
into despair.
You fear
you will take me with you.

Know then
that even if yours are hands so rough,
even if they are never held
to cheeks that blush,
they are yet so soft
as they lift me 
above a world lit
by your fears.

Your fears are very real, 
my love.

Hold me then,
with all in you that is fierce
and yet so just, 
and if I burn, it matters not,
I burn already,
yes I am that much
in love.

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