The Manifestation

 

Aleena the sorceress,

Threw her locks behind

And touched her chest.

She was so lonely,

Something was missing

Where her blood

Was supposed to pulsate.

One day, she dreamt 

Of him; kissing her forehead,

As she woke up smiling.

She waited for years,

Hoping he would turn up

At her door, but he didn't.

She decided she would

Make him, with her magic

And every tender wish 

On her curious mind.

On a new moon's eve,

She sat deep in prayer.

For his eyes, 

She took the river's

Gentle sounds,

Delicate mud,

That melts to the touch.

For his mouth,

She picked out a fruit,

Moist and ripe,

And pomegranate seeds

For his teeth.

When he would smile,

He would kiss her

With his eyes.

For his nose,

She decided on 

A plough; nostrils

Flaring like fertile land. 

With each hot breath,

She would feel 

Her skin overturned,

As he dug into her,

Like showers of rain

On a long, summer's day,

For his hair,

She spun black wool,

With silvery specks of white. 

On cold, dreary nights,

That's where she would hide.

His chest, she conjured

Out of a grassy field,

Uneven borders

Of stone and leaves 

To explore and sleep in

When she was tired or bored.

His sex was her passion. 

From her own blood,

She created his manhood. 

From her own mouth,

She blew to make 

The perfect shape

Moulded to fit 

Inside her, throbbing

To bring it alive

As she marvelled 

At her skilled hands

Tracing its outlines.

For his heart,

She killed a caged bird,

And extracted its heart. 

To make it grow.

She would water it 

Like a seed, 

Till it bloomed

So tall and red.

She would be the one

To always set him free.

His imagination, 

She sprinkled

With childish wonder

And strong manly thoughts.

She would always 

Be his Muse,

He would always

Look at her and want to

Create poetry and art, 

Just to capture her soul.

With limbs and ears

And back and bones,

She sat for 30 days,

Till he was finally done.

He opened his eyes

And she was the first 

Thing he saw.

Her body trembled 

Under his gaze,

Her being overjoyed

As she saw his hands

And imagined them

Always on her face.

He blinked and smiled,

But he seemed lost.

He did not recognise

His other half at all.

She asked him once again,

'Do you not know who I am?'

He shook his head

And sat down in denial.

He did not know her,

He did not love her.

Aleena cried for years,

While he set out

To find himself.

She had brought him to life,

But he had to figure out

His destiny and its tales,

And who he really was.

She was sure,

He would return some day.

She believed 

That one day

He would be the man

She thought he could be.

Aleena the sorceress,

Sat in her cave.

For 900 years,

Till he finally returned.

'Aleena, I now know,

Who you are!'

She asked him how

He had discovered

What their truth was.

He said, 'When you made me,

I was what you dreamt of.

But you filled me 

With my own dreams too,

And I saw you in mine

Every night. I could hear

Your voice in my own. 

When I looked in the mirror, 

And saw my melting eyes, 

I saw your stare in them. 

The day, I found myself,

I found you too.'

He held her tight,

And kissed her hard, 

The lock to his key, 

The canvas to his brush. 

Earth spun faster

Stars they exploded

To tear across the dark. 

They came together, 

Sunk into sun's amber

Hues; like fog into the cold

He wasn't just her creation,

As she had foolishly believed.

She was his creation too.