Binary – A Poem by Rowe Williams

I knew her name and little else.
Was entranced by her anyway.

Something about her was Venus flytrap,
while I was just hungry fly.

But still I flew, drawn
by the heat of her flame

and the chill of her skin.
Fanciful as a fae, I fancied

her drawn into my own web,
myself clever spider,

and each of us would consume the other,
an Ouroboros in two parts.

Yet I was a boy in India, distant and afraid,
striving to matter as a drop in the sea,

while she bloomed mountain columbine.
She sailed past, unscathed

while my iceberg silently lurked.

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