Betrothed to a star: A poem 

I can see you waiting and wanting 

for a response, with an outstretched arm 

And I am thinking, before the conversation begins, 

now, this will have to end. I have walls of ifs and buts 

that refuse to be taken down. I can only let you in… 

But I have a garbage bin for vain machinations. 

My earth explores itself. And divines elements 

with which I wish to share. I think rejection is not my sin 

It is a condition from conviction. I have always been virgin country 

with fortifications.  

The road of aloneness and aloofness travels through me 

This is a tough brick road that doesn’t crack with age 

You can’t tear it down with the feather of desire 

I don’t slip on slippery floor, waiting for help to stand up 

Your endearments are a good try, but my defences endure  

This conversation of enticement will not go anywhere beyond nowhere 

You must know, but I won’t tell you, that I am betrothed to a star