"Stairs"

All life is stairs as it were!

I was back at the stairs again.

This time it was dark

A familiar odour filled the place

The window let the greenery in.

A stagnant pond

Made lush with unkempt grass

A few houses

Belittled in the distance.

I caressed the gravelly stairs

I felt at home

They were rough

Half made

Uncouth

Uneven

Led to nowhere in particular.

Sitting at the bottom

I imagined it would one day

Bring in other people

Some more wishes

A few more sighs...

Smell of freshly washed hair,

You had come.

Your eyes picked mine

Your heart comprehended mine.

But did you ever know my mind?

Together we sat

Basked in the greenery

Thinking aloud,

Awashed in silence.

I would steal a furtive glance

Had too much to prove,

Your waifish frame would resemble

The greens outside

Such yearning you had

To touch the greens

I would want to rip them out

Form a rope

And tie you to mine.

My feet would touch a stone chip

Oozing warmth,

And I would luxuriate

In the proximity

Undone.

But that was yesterday.

I sit at the top

Looking below.

The marble stairs

Confuse me.

Cold,

White,

Translucent,

Throwing iridescent shadows

Across the wall.

It’s still dark

I long for the window

But it is nowhere to seen.

I scrape my feet

Across the polish

But I am left

Unhampered

Unprepared still.

I trace the walls with my fingers

They give me company

They smell sterile.

I look to where

The stairs open

Large bright rooms

Lead to one another

Their windows absurdly

Imitate the others.

Each in restful sanctity.

I only want the green

I feel.

The green

And your waifish frame.

Stairs will never be the same again.

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