My Uncomfortable Skin
I observe Rajang,
Enclosed in space,
Face to face.
Nonchalantly you inspect,
Stroll towards myself,
Gazing deep, searching souls inner,
Your so beautiful
And me...I'm the sinner.
Inwardly I apologise,
Through embarrassed eyes,
That I am here
Free in.. humane,
Useless thoughts.... in vain.
Your rusted fur
My uncomfortable skin.
Hatred for my peers,
Thirty-nine years wasted yet you amaze,
Foraging stare... so aware,
For you are the wise old man of Borneo,
Majestic aura, emotions I'll never know,
Yet you and I stand opposed at your enclosure,
Questioning each others composure.
Hands splayed, touch mentally through glass,
Clinically cool, my breaths, I gasp.
Deeply now we analyse,
Through moment shared, emphatically I apologise.
As I am affected, beyond belief
Benevolent thoughts, whilst I bereif.
'I'm so sorry' I whisper
Adding a smear,
Warm breath, cold glass
... Followed by a tear.
Copyright © Karen Deeks | Year Posted 2012
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