The Ivory Elephant

If you let someone love you will they wander off?

will they

get lost

or side tracked,

like I did when I was three at the market?

The little ivory elephant was

my desire

then,

the square of soap that smelt of sandalwood.

My loves, my treasure.

If I am someone’s

little ivory elephant

will they leave me?

to fall through the cracks

in the back seat of a purple station wagon

maybe…..

and maybe they will remember me one day,

maybe they will remember me fondly.

 

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