Her movement is like liquid,
Strides taken with prestige and pride.
She’s a gymnast or maybe a ballet dancer,
Oh, how those steps are quiet and graceful!
And when she wraps herself around me,
her warmth is all that I need,
It is familiar to me.
Beware, don’t look into her eyes,
They draw you in... into a galaxy,
You won’t be able to look away.
They sparkle in the blackness of the night.
Allow her to see farther than my sight,
And when she leads me onto my path,
The journey seems familiar to me.
When she mews in her timid tune,
Like a violin played with a sturdy bow!
An enchantment encircles our cove.
I am stupefied in her sole coven,
To her sound is my gradual echo.
This spell that we chant together,
It is familiar to me.
FAMILIAR
Poem by Aarushi Shetty
Illustration by Anna Knopf