A poem by Madhuri
He lassoed me
with a loose string of pearls
then drew me towards him
at a gentle trot.
I gave all my rings
to the servants
and got up at 5:30,
on the dot.
He threw me into the ring
like dice,
slapped me down on the table
like a hand of cards
open for everyone to see.
Pushed me off the high-dive
into a vast salt sea –
The best thing that ever
happened to me.
He opened out my hand
on the table
and every card was a rose, a rose
– so surprising me
I hung from the sky with a burnt
forehead
where he’d planted his Mystery Knee
The best thing that ever happened
was that day he lassoed me.
Hebden Bridge, June 2015
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