My sister
is the master of the final touch.
She is determined to break the spell
that lingers over my solitary soul.
She tirelessly makes concoctions,
improving recipes with new ingredients,
increasing my immunity
with every drop of remedy.
She reached her limits
and the finality of her solution
is to send me to the Moon.
First man to land would be my cure.
tale of the princess and a fool,
had crossed my mind. At my request
at least a human man, she looked at me,
she raised her brow and said
“stop being picky”.
© 2011 by Nina K Orlovskaya
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