Animal Lover

By Sakshi Bhatia

He took my heart out of my chest

and put it promptly in his breast pocket.

The heart is a heart.

It isnʼt a diamond locket

that he gifted to you on your sweet 16.

It was a gold socket

Full of ancient electric vibes

for self-created

Modern tribes.

The capital of honey

in the capital of money

a necklace of lights was sold at a high rate

for which yet gyrate

and become a pirate and a poet.

He could never say a word so he tried to show it

by lawfully, loving and beyond and aboving

and priming and ministering and brothering

and sistering

the painful and blistering

unexplainable love for life

which he couldnʼt give to any wife

it was about him and his father

for who would have him rather?

By Sakshi Bhatia