A Beautiful Deception

As I extend my hands unto thee, the whisperer awakens.
My words transmute into an edgeless object.
Aiming for neither solace nor assistance.
My charm sustained by a distinctive and mesmerising aura.
Out of curiosity, I drift towards the unfortunate one.
Again, aiming for neither the skin nor the flesh.
Piercing the unscathed corpus seeking for incorporeality.
As I reach for the firm, yet delicate heart, a sense of pride is felt.
The closer to immateriality, the greater the influence.
A pathetic and breakable soul, right into my hands.
Allowed to be touched, fondled, amused, or irritated.
Allowed to be tampered for the sake of emotion.
A pleasurable deception, seduction and manipulation.
A game, with no winner.
Or no losers.
Like fire co-existing with water.
Like a stony-heart getting used to a faint-heart
Like a robber sleeping with the sheriff.
Or an eagle fallen in love with its prey…<3

Ridwan Khodabux M. I