Tuesday 3 January 2012

Magnet

I used to know a boy with magnetic bones,
who was forced to spend all his time alone
for with each time matched he'd get too attatched
to a connection never his to own.

Each object that bolted on weighed him down
like a ten tonne plutonium jewelled crown
and each magnetic pull left his shoulders full
until his forehead was forced into a frown.

But he realised he'd been blessed all along
when each latching shard of armour made him strong
and he would grow with each piece that he'd know
which he could make right from each steely cold wrong.

Now that boy I knew welcomes each attraction
and does not let weight become a distraction,
finding such bliss in each metallic kiss
that carries on growing upon retraction.

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