When Bisyri is in her own, private world…

Tuesday, 14th April 2009

This is about my two lovers.

The first one is very much unlike me but had declared its love for me. I trust because it’s a piece of cake to see through insincerity. With me, it is wildly indigent for my attention. It jumps frantically, it roars deafeningly and becomes almost barbarous. I am usually successful at taming it.

The second one is very much like me and had confessed its love for me. I believe because I am skilled at detecting mendacity. With me, it is willfully persistent for my approval. It sneaks in prudently, it purrs seductively and becomes almost assiduous. I am usually successful at refusing it.

I know I am their sanctuary and I do not know how to deny their love. So I run my fingers down their fluff. When I do so, my first lover becomes docile. When I do so, my second lover becomes resigned. It is easy. They are smitten.

I love my first lover but I am not in love but I am its lover. I love my second lover but I am not in love but I am its lover too.

I love a third lover and I am in love but I am not its lover. Tame me. Refuse me.

I like to abnormalize the ordinary. Don’t read too much into it.

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