Genie of the Forest

We rest our weary legs
in a Weeping Meadow Grass carpeted clearing.
Rufous Fantails dart between Clerodendrums,
beckoning us to follow.

The hum of traffic is a fading memory.
Her fingertips bathe me in compassion.
The gleam in her eyes,
the wonder of her words,
such a bewitching duet.

If an excruciating debacle
snuffs out her precious sparkle,
I want to cradle her in my arms,
resuscitate her joyful charms.

Later, I meditate on the paradise of a kiss
and imagine her face in the throes of bliss.
Genie of the forest,
you granted every wish but one.

3 thoughts on “Genie of the Forest

    1. I changed “when an excruciating debacle snuffs out her precious sparkle” to “if an excruciating debacle snuffs out her precious sparkle” to take the ambiguity out of it.

      I like to avoid words like “of,” when I reasonably can, to improve the flow. In this case, the weeping meadow grass is more significant than the fact it’s carpeting the area, so it’s better to mention the grass first. When taken literally it’s comforting, because it’s a nice place to rest, as those familiar with this species know. It also alludes to sadness and that’s why I chose it.

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