kiss from y granddaughter

she knows to kiss

and many kisses on my cheeks

she has stamped

and that too lovingly

so from her

i plead for a kiss

holding h

er closer

to my wrinkled face

she licks my face

as if painting with her tongue

and then giggles

as if, now, it’s done

henry victor          08.07.2018

the sacred incarnated

in your smile

i saw my face i was seeking

in your frail naked body

i saw the sacred incarnated

and spontaneously in my mind

i grasped your tiny frame

to make you my only begotten

as you melted, completely, into my heart

loosening my tongue

to sing a song of praise

to God, the only un-flung

and offer my sacrifice

© henry victor     27.10.2003

perfect purity

in your innocence

that perfect purity

you call me a dumb idiot!

reprimanding me

for not waiting to hear you speak

to listen to your babbling

see a little brook

flowing

from the centre of your being

a chunk from the divine

cut out like a piece of cheese

a nourishment to a malnourished soul

a feeble me, poisoned also by love

betrayed

but to bathe in your water

untouched and un-dirtied

by schooling

at home, or elsewhere

it is to wash my body, mind and heart

of that filth from sculpting a family

my dream, now turned a nightmare

that keeps haunting me

even as you embrace me

to kiss my forehead with your soft lips

that have still not learnt to speak a lie

unlike your mother

and her mother so skillful in that art

henry victor     20.01.2013