A Faberge Egg

A Faberge egg on its pedestal

So intricate a beauty. I felt safe

And you had a weakness for any waif

Like me, poetic, maybe radical.

No not radical but the rage you saw

Stuck in grid-lock in a way appealing

Unique unlike the others in this wing

A girl whose portrait you might like to draw.

Ease into me slowly… slowly… slowly.

You see I punish myself for your crime

I blamed myself for what happened that time.

(I do not speak of this so easily)

Will not, do not. I do not want to speak.

I want you to hold me so I can cry

I want to climb in your lap to cry

You let me do this once or twice a week.

I don’t know yet why I am in such pain

I cannot not say so even in that room

You hold and rock me, child in the womb

Open for me but I cannot explain

Although I must. I hear your heartbeat there

The soft crackle of the fluorescent lights

Constant illumination days and nights

The scent of your perfume and of your hair.