[Newspoetry] Chai-n Aesthetics

[DL Emerick]

The day I lost my Chai
It was a little thing, my Chai,
on a braided gold necklace,
looking to me like a Pi sign,
except for the small curl,
prepended to its left top.
 
She rose to kiss me, then,
with her arms wrapping us,
strapping us one together.
She slipped a chain on me,
and whispered, nuzzingly:
"Dearest, wear it for Life,
for that is most its sign.
Wear it ever, recall me,
fresh roses, in full bloom,
much more heady in odor."
 
Her kisses were soft,
as throb beating drums,
stiffening, softening me.
 
I nuzzled back at her,
brushing her hair aside,
and whispered so well,
" I shall think it a sign,
of how we lost ourselves,
each virgin to the other,
and discovered life, too,
in just being me and you."
 
Days melted into years;
after them came tears;
I lost the way to her,
when she couldn't find me,
not anymore, never again,
yet Chai still graced me.
 
Slowly, time's thief came,
and stole from me my Chai,
stealing as if by accident,
unnoticed a braided chain,
where Chai hung on for life,
as it slipped away from me.
 
I searched for hours,
retracing scenes of loss,
but never found Chai,
as in green grass it lies,
dandelions decorating it.
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